Thanne is it wysdom, as it thynketh me, To maken vertu of necessitee.

And therfore, at the kynges court, my brother, Ech man for hymself, ther is noon oother.

What is this world? what asketh men to have? Now with his love, now in his colde grave Allone, withouten any compaignye.

The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.

The ideal man bears the accidents of life with dignity and grace, making the best of circumstances.

Upon the whole, I have always considered him, both in his lifetime and since his death, as approaching as nearly to the idea of a perfectly wise and virtuous m…

Children and fools want everything, because they want wit to distinguish; there is no stronger evidence of a crazy understanding than the making too large a ca…