O, let my books be then the eloquence and dumb presages of my speaking breast.
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- Don’t trust the person who has broken faith once.
- For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, action nor utterance, nor the power of speech, to stir men’s blood. I only speak right on. I tell you that which you yourselves do know.
- Speak of me as I am. Nothing extenuate, nor set down aught in malice.
- A gentleman that loves to hear himself talk, will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month.
- The good of a book lies in its being read. A book is made up of signs that speak of other signs, which in their turn speak of things. Without an eye to read them, a book contains signs that produce no concepts; therefore it is dumb.
- The will is deaf and hears no heedful friends.