Maxioms by Francis Bacon
The sun, which passeth through pollutions and itself remains as
pure as before.
The sun, which passeth through pollutions and itself remains as
pure as before.
A cripple in the right way may beat a racer in the wrong one. Nay, the fleeter and better the read more
A cripple in the right way may beat a racer in the wrong one. Nay, the fleeter and better the racer is, who hath once missed his way, the farther he leaveth it behind.
The tragedy of life is not that it ends so soon, but that we wait so long to begin it.
The tragedy of life is not that it ends so soon, but that we wait so long to begin it.
Silence is the sleep that nourishes wisdom.
Silence is the sleep that nourishes wisdom.
Certainly virtue is like precious odours, most fragrant when they
are incensed or crushed.
Certainly virtue is like precious odours, most fragrant when they
are incensed or crushed.
