Money Is Like Manure, Of Very Little

Base And Crafty Cowards Are Like The Arrow That Flieth In The Dark.

Learning Hath His Infancy, When It Is But Beginning And Almost Childish; Then His Youth, When It Is Luxuriant And Juvenile; Then His Strength Of Years, When It Is Solid And Reduced; And Lastly His Old Age, When It Waxeth Dry And Exhaust.

The Man Who Fears No Truths Has Nothing To Fear From Lies.

The Images Of Mens Wits And Knowledge Remain In Books. They Generate Still, And Cast Their Seeds In The Minds Of Others, Provoking And Causing Infinite Actions And Opinions In Succeeding Ages

[science Is] The Labor And Handicraft Of The Mind.