A Young Man Not Yet, An Elder

Base And Crafty Cowards Are Like The Arrow That Flieth In The Dark.

We Cannot Command Nature Except By Obeying Her.

Chiefly The Mold Of A Man's Fortune Is In His Own Hands.

Upon A Given Body To Generate And Superinduce A New Nature Or New Natures Is The Work And Aim Of Human Power. To Discover The Form Of A Given Nature, Or Its True Difference, Or Its Causal Nature, Or Fount Of Its Emanation... This Is The Work And Aim Of Human Knowledge.

Truth Is A Naked And Open Daylight, That Does Not Show The Masques, And Mummeries, And Triumphs Of The World, Half So Stately And Daintily As Candle-lights. . . A Mixture Of A Lie Doth Ever Add Pleasure