Francis Bacon

Without friends the world is but a wilderness. There is no man that imparteth his joys to his friends, but he joyeth the more; and no man that imparteth his grieves to his friend, but he grieveth the less.

The French are wiser than they seem, and the Spaniards seem wiser than they are.

Who questions much, shall learn much, and retain much.

Children sweeten labours, but they make misfortunes more bitter.

Anger makes dull men witty – but it keeps them poor.

God has placed no limits to the exercise of the intellect he has given us, on this side of the grave.

The receipts of cookery are swelled to a volume; but a good stomach excels them all.

You either get tired fighting for peace, or you die.

Life began with waking up and loving my mother’s face.

The finest workers in stone are not copper or steel tools, but the gentle touches of air and water working at their leisure with a liberal allowance of time.

The depth and strength of a human character are defined by its moral reserves. People reveal themselves completely only when they are thrown out of the customary conditions of their life, for only then do they have to fall back on their reserves.

Men on their side must force themselves for a while to lay their notions by and begin to familiarize themselves with facts.

Every other enjoyment malice may destroy; every other panegyric envy may withhold; but no human power can deprive the boaster of his own encomiums.

Remember who you are.

Let your family, staff, and friends know that you’re still the same person, despite all the publicity and notoriety that accompanies your position.

The soul of God is poured into the world through the thoughts of men.

Tis a rule of manners to avoid exaggeration.

Be an opener of doors.

Therefore if a man look sharply and attentively, he shall see Fortune; for though she be blind, yet she is not invisible.

I know myself as a human entity; the scene, so to speak, or thoughts are affection; and am sensible of certain doubleness by which I can stand as remote from myself as from another. However intense my experience, I am conscious of the presence and criticism of a part of me, which, as it were, is no part of me, but spectator, sharing no experience, but taking note of it, and that is no more I than it is you.

It is the nature of babies to be in bliss.