Fame is like a river, that beareth up things light and swollen, and dr >>
There is no excellent beauty that hath not some strangeness in the pro >>
Suspicion amongst thoughts are like bats amongst birds, they never fly >>
Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake. >>
Nature never deceives us; it is we who deceive ourselves. >>
See it like it is! >>
It is a pleasure to stand upon the shore, and to see ships tost upon the sea: a pleasure to stand in the window of a castle, and to see a battle and the adventures thereof below: but no pleasure is comparable to standing upon the vantage ground of truth... and to see the errors, and wanderings, and mists, and tempests, in the vale below.