Forbidden Pleasures Alone Are Loved Immoderately; When

It Is The Heart Which Inspires Eloquence.

By Writing Quickly We Are Not Brought To Write Well, But By Writing Well We Are Brought To Write Quickly.

Our Minds Are Like Our Stomaches; They Are Whetted By The Change Of Their Food, And Variety Supplies Both With Fresh Appetite.

Too Exact, And Studious Of Similitude Rather Than Of Beauty. [lat., Nimis In Veritate, Et Similitudinis Quam Pulchritudinis Amantior.]

Ambition Is A Vice, But It May Be The Father Of Virtue.