Book ii. Chap. xii. Apology for Raimond Sebond.
The souls of emperors and cobblers are cast in the same mould. . . . The same reason that makes us wrangle with a neighbour causes a war betwixt princes.
Book ii. Chap. xii. Apology for Raimond Sebond.
Man is certainly stark mad; he cannot make a worm, and yet he will be making gods by dozens.
Book ii. Chap. xii. Apology for Raimond Sebond.
Why may not a goose say thus: "All the parts of the universe I have an interest in: the earth serves me to walk upon, the sun to light me; the stars have their influence upon me; I have such an advantage by the winds and such by the waters; there is nothing that yon heavenly roof looks upon so favourably as me. I am the darling of Nature! Is it not man that keeps and serves me?"[776:2]
Book ii. Chap. xii. Apology for Raimond Sebond.
Arts and sciences are not cast in a mould, but are formed and perfected by degrees, by often handling and polishing, as bears leisurely lick their cubs into form.[776:3]
Book ii. Chap. xii. Apology for Raimond Sebond.
He that I am reading seems always to have the most force.