Maxioms by Thomas Browne
... not picked from the leaves of any author, but bred amongst the weeds and tares of mine own brain.
... not picked from the leaves of any author, but bred amongst the weeds and tares of mine own brain.
The vices we scoff at in others, laugh at us within ourselves.
The vices we scoff at in others, laugh at us within ourselves.
There is music wherever there is harmony, order, or proportion.
There is music wherever there is harmony, order, or proportion.
It is the common wonder of all men, how among so many millions of faces, there should be none alike.
It is the common wonder of all men, how among so many millions of faces, there should be none alike.
The world -- A small parenthesis in eternity.
The world -- A small parenthesis in eternity.
