All Bravery Stands Upon Comparisons.

Medicine Is A Science Which Hath Been (as We Have Said) More Professed Than Laboured, And Yet More Laboured Than Advanced: The Labour Having Been, In My Judgment, Rather In Circle Than In Progression. For I Find Much Iteration, But Small Addition. It Considereth Causes Of Diseases, With The Occasions Or Impulsions; The Diseases Themselves, With The Accidents; And The Cures, With The Preservation.

Speech Of Yourself Ought To Be Seldom And Well Chosen.

Knowledge Hath In It Somewhat Of The Serpent, And Therefore Where It Entereth Into A Man It Makes Him Swell.

Philosophy When Superficially Studied, Excites Doubt, When Thoroughly Explored, It Dispels It.

Truth Is So Hard To Tell, It Sometimes Needs Fiction To Make It Plausible.