Francis Bacon

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.

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.

Our humanity is a poor thing, except for the divinity that stirs within us.

Our humanity is a poor thing, except for the divinity that stirs within us.

There arises from a bad and inapt formation of words, a wonderful obstruction to the mind.

There arises from a bad and inapt formation of words, a wonderful obstruction to the mind.

A healthy body is a guest chamber for the soul: a sick body is a prison.

A healthy body is a guest chamber for the soul: a sick body is a prison.