Light That Makes Things Seen, Makes Some

A Little Water Makes A Sea, A Small Puff Of Wind A Tempest.

Who Knows Whether The Best Of Men Be Known? Or Whether There Be Not More Remarkable Persons Forgot, Than Any That Stand Remembered In The Known Account Of Time?

Where I Cannot Satisfy My Reason, I Love To Humour My Fancy.

Be Substantially Great In Thyself, And More Than Thou Appearest Unto Others.

I Would Not Live Over My Hours Past ... Not Unto Cicero's Ground Because I Have Lived Them Well, But For Fear I Should Live Them Worse.