“What then remains, but that we still should cryNot to be born, or being born, to die?”

“It is a sad fate for a man to die too well known to everybody else, and still unknown to himself.”

“The images of men's wit and knowledge remain in books, exempted from the worry of time and capable of perpetual renovation.”

“For myself, I found that I was fitted for nothing so well as for the study of Truth; as having a mind nimble and versatile enough to catch the resemblances of things and at the same time steady enough to fix and distinguish their subtler differences; as being gifted by nature with desire to seek, patience to doubt, fondness to meditate, slowness to assert, readiness to consider, carefulness to dispose and set in order; and as being a man that neither affects what is new nor admires what is old, and that hates every kind of imposture." -Francis Bacon ”

“Great art is always a way of concentrating, reinventing what is called fact, what we know of our existence- a reconcentration… tearing away the veils, the attitudes people acquire of their time and earlier time. Really good artists tear down those veils”

“Discern of the coming on of years, and think not to do the same things still; for age will not be defied.”

“The human understanding when it has once adopted an opinion (either as being the received opinion or as being agreeable to itself) draws all things else to support and agree with it.”