Ignorance is the curse of God, knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
How well he’s read, to reason against reading!
He hath not fed of the dainties that are bred of a book. He hath not eat paper, as it were; be hath not drunk ink. His intellect is not replenished. He is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts.
Me, poor man, my library was dukedom large enough.
If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men’s cottages, princes’ palaces.
