I Envy No Man That Knows More

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

Many-have Too Rashly Charged The Troops Of Error, And Remain As Trophies Unto The Enemies Of Truth.

Man Is A Noble Animal, Splendid In Ashes, And Pompous In The Grave.

Think Not Silence The Wisdom Of Fools; But, If Rightly Timed, The Honor Of Wise Men, Who Have Not The Infirmity, But The Virtue Of Taciturnity.

Men Have Lost Their Reason In Nothing So Much As Their Religion, Wherein Stones And Clouts Make Martyrs.