Maxioms by Francis Bacon
Fame is like a river, that beareth up things light and swollen, and drowns things weighty and solid.
Fame is like a river, that beareth up things light and swollen, and drowns things weighty and solid.
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.
Of course there's a lot of knowledge in universities: the freshmen bring a little in; the seniors don't take much read more
Of course there's a lot of knowledge in universities: the freshmen bring a little in; the seniors don't take much away, so knowledge sort of accumulates...
The voice of the people has about it something divine: for how
otherwise can so many heads agree together read more
The voice of the people has about it something divine: for how
otherwise can so many heads agree together as one?
[Lat., Vox populi habet aliquid divinum: nam quomo do aliter tot
capita in unum conspirare possint?]
All colors will agree in the dark.
All colors will agree in the dark.
