Francis Bacon ( 10 of 168 )
The human understanding, from its peculiar nature, easily supposes a greater degree of order and regularity in things than it read more
The human understanding, from its peculiar nature, easily supposes a greater degree of order and regularity in things than it really finds.
Silence is the sleep that nourishes wisdom.
Silence is the sleep that nourishes wisdom.
It is a pleasure to stand upon the shore, and to see ships tost upon the sea: a pleasure to read more
It is a pleasure to stand upon the shore, and to see ships tost upon the sea: a pleasure to stand in the window of a castle, and to see a battle and the adventures thereof below: but no pleasure is comparable to standing upon the vantage ground of truth... and to see the errors, and wanderings, and mists, and tempests, in the vale below.
Houses are built to live in, not to look on; therefore, let use
be preferred before uniformity, except where read more
Houses are built to live in, not to look on; therefore, let use
be preferred before uniformity, except where both may be had.
All colors will agree in the dark.
All colors will agree in the dark.
If a man be gracious and courteous to strangers, it shows he is a citizen of the world.
If a man be gracious and courteous to strangers, it shows he is a citizen of the world.
A wise man will make more opportunities than he finds.
A wise man will make more opportunities than he finds.
Young people are fitter to invent than to judge; fitter for execution than for counsel; and more fit for new read more
Young people are fitter to invent than to judge; fitter for execution than for counsel; and more fit for new projects than for settled business.
Nothing is terrible except fear itself.
Nothing is terrible except fear itself.
Little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it extendeth. For a crowd is not company, and faces read more
Little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it extendeth. For a crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery of pictures, and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.
