Well, God give them wisdom that have it; and those that are fools, let them use their talents.
To preach long, loud, and Damnation, is the way to be cried up. We love a man that damns us, and we run after him again to save us.
We see the judges look like lions, but we do not see who moves them.
Ceremony keeps up things: 'tis like a penny glass to a rich spirit, or some excellent water; without it the water were spilt, and the spirit lost.
Take a straw and throw it up into the air, you may see by that which way the wind is.
Fine wits destroy themselves with their own plots, in meddling with great affairs of state.
No man is the wiser for his learning; it may administer matter to work in, or objects to work upon; but wit and wisdom are born with a man.
The world of gods and spirits is truly 'nothing but' the collective unconscious inside me.
The welfare state has bred a generation of obnoxious, drug-addled criminals and ne'er-do-wells. It has also, incidentally, burdened what was once the world's biggest, most dynamic economy with the dead weight of an obstructive and vastly expensive state machine.
There is that within a man that drives him ever onwards, just as the power of the seasons drives the roots of flowers into the hard earth; and so he decided, against his better judgment, to open his eyes and find out what was going to happen to him next.
A man of letters is often a man with two natures,--one a book nature, the other a human nature. These often clash sadly.