Nothing flows from her, vile rabble.

Good painters imitate nature, but bad ones spew it up.

Let me leap out of the frying-pan into the fire or out of Gods blessing into the warm sun.

And thus, from too little sleep and too much reading, his brain dried up and he completely lost his judgment.

The greatest madness a man can be guilty of in this life, is to let himself die outright, without being slain by any person whatever, or destroyed by any other weapon than the hands of melancholy.

There is no greater folly in the world than for a man to despair.

That which we are capable of feeling, we are capable of saying.

Jests that give pains are not jests.

Fair and softly goes far.

Pray look better, Sir... those things yonder are no giants, but windmills.