Eagles commonly fly alone. They are crows, daws, and starlings that flock together.
— John Webster
Integrity of life is fame's best friend, which nobly, beyond death, shall crown in the end.
Man is most happy, when his own actions are arguments and examples of his virtue.
Heaven fashioned us of nothing; and we strive to bring ourselves to nothing.
Sorrow is held the eldest child of sin.
When I go to hell, I mean to carry a bribe: for look you, good gifts evermore make way for the worst persons.
In all our quest of greatness, like wanton boys, whose pastime is their care, we follow after bubbles, blown in the air.
That friend a great man's ruin strongly checks, who rails into his belief all his defects.
Lay this unto your breast: Old friends, like old swords, still are trusted best.
For the subtlest folly proceeds from the subtlest wisdom.
All things do help the unhappy man to fall.
'Tis better to be fortunate than wise.
Though lust do masque in ne'er so strange disguise she's oft found witty, but is never wise.
Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lust, like diamonds we are cut with our own dust.
When a man's mind rides faster than his horse can gallop they quickly both tire.
Men often are valued high, when they are most wretched.
We are merely the stars tennis-balls, struck and bandied which way please them.
A politician is the devil's quilted anvil; He fashions all sins on him, and the blows are never heard.
