Virtue Is The Truest Liberty.

Arrogance Is A Weed Which Grows Upon A Dunghill; It Is From The Rankness Of The Soil That She Has Her Height And Spreadings: Witness, Clowns, Fools, And Fellows, Who From Nothing, Are Lifted Up Some Few Steps On Fortune's Ladder: Where, Seeing The Glorious Representment Of Honour Above Them, They Are So Eager To Embrace It, That They Strive To Leap Thither At Once, And By Over-reaching Themselves In The Way, They Fail Of The End, And Fall.

Gold Is The Fool's Curtain, Which Hides All His Defects From The World.

He Who Would Be Singular In His Apparel Had Need Have Something Superlative To Balance That Affectation.

Perfection Is Immutable. But For Things Imperfect, Change Is The Way To Perfect Them.

We Pick Our Own Sorrows Out Of The Joys Of Other Men, And From Their Sorrows Likewise We Derive Our Joys.