Curiosity is the lust of the mind.
There is no such thing as perpetual tranquillity of mind while we live here because life itself is but motion, and can never be without desire, nor without fear, no more than without sense.
Such is the nature of men, that howsoever they may acknowledge many others to be more witty, or more eloquent, or more learned; yet they will hardly believe there be many so wise as themselves.
Force, and fraud, are in war the two cardinal virtues.
War consisteth not in battle only, or the act of fighting; but in a tract of time, wherein the will to contend by battle is sufficiently known.
The flesh endures the storms of the present alone; the mind, those of the past and future as well as the present. Gluttony is a lust of the mind.
Moral philosophy is nothing else but the science of what is good, and evil, in the conversation, and society of mankind. Good, and evil, are names that signify our appetites, and aversions; which in different tempers, customs, and doctrines of men, are different.
Such truth as opposeth no man's profit nor pleasure is to all men welcome.
Desire to know why, and how -- curiosity, which is a lust of the mind, that a perseverance of delight in the continued and indefatigable generation of knowledge -- exceedeth the short vehemence of any carnal pleasure.
A man's conscience and his judgment is the same thing; and as the judgment, so also the conscience, may be erroneous.
Words are wise men's counters, they do but reckon by them: but they are the money of fools.
Understanding is nothing else than conception caused by speech.
Prudence is but experience, which equal time, equally bestows on all men, in those things they equally apply themselves unto.
The praise of ancient authors proceeds not from the reverence of the dead, but from the competition and mutual envy of the living.
The secret thoughts of a man run over all things, holy, profane, clean, obscene, grave, and light, without shame or blame.
For it is with the mysteries of our religion, as with wholesome pills for the sick, which swallowed whole, have the virtue to cure; but chewed, are for the most part cast up again without effect.
He that is taken and put into prison or chains is not conquered, though overcome; for he is still an enemy.
Leisure is the mother of Philosophy.
Sudden glory is the passion which makes those grimaces called laughter.
I am about to take my last voyage, a great leap in the dark.
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