No wind serves him who addresses his voyage to no certain port.

He who would be cured of ignorance must confess it.

He that had never seen a river, imagined the first he met with to be the sea.

[Philosophy] forms us for ourselves, not for others; to be, not to seem.

One may be humble out of pride.

Oh, what a valiant faculty is hope, that in a mortal subject, and in a moment, makes nothing of usurping infinity, immensity, eternity, and of supplying its master's indigence, at its pleasure, with all things he can imagine or desire!

The middle sort of historians, of which the most part are, they spoil all; they will chew our meat for us.

Health is a precious thing, and the only one, in truth, meriting that a man should lay out, not only his time, sweat, labor and goods, but also his life itself to obtain it.

We are not sensible of the most perfect health, as we are of the least sickness.

There is some shadow of delight and delicacy which smiles upon and flatters us even in the very lap of melancholy.