The heart of man is the place the devil dwells in I feel sometimes a hell within myself
The heart of man is the place the devil dwells in I feel sometimes a hell within myself
No man can justly censure or condemn another, because indeed no man truly knows another.
I could never divide myself from any man upon the difference of an opinion, or he angry with his judgment for not agreeing with me in that, from which perhaps within a few days I should dissent my self.
They do most by Books, who could do much without them, and he that chiefly owes himself unto himself, is the substantial Man.
If there be any among those common objects of hatred I do contemn and laugh at, it is that great enemy of reason, virtue, and religion, the multitude that numerous piece of monstrosity, which, taken asunder, seem men, and the reasonable creatures of God, but, confused together, make but one great beast, and a monstrosity more prodigious than Hydra.
Think not silence the wisdom of fools but, if rightly timed, the honor of wise men, who have not the infirmity, but the virtue of taciturnity.
Man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes, and pompous in the grave.
A man may be in as just possession of truth as of a city, and yet be forced to surrender.
Men live by intervals of reason under the sovereignty of humor and passion.
It is the common wonder of all men, how among so many million faces, there should be none alike.
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