It is impossible to enjoy idling thoroughly unless one has plenty of work to do.

He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom.

Unless hours were cups of sack, and minutes capons, and clocks the tongues of bawds, and dials the signs of leaping houses, and the blessed sun himself a fair, hot wench in flame-colored taffeta, I see no reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to

Eighteen goddess-like daughters are not equal to one son with a hump.

"You can't survive by sucking the juice from a wet mitten."

Where do I find the time for not reading so many books?