If You Press Me To Say Why

I Do Not Understand; I Pause; I Examine.

There Is More Ado To Interpret Interpretations Than To Interpret Things, And More Books Upon Books Than Upon Any Other Subject; We Do Nothing But Comment Upon One Another. Every Place Swarms With Commentaries; Of Authors There Is Great Scarcity.

The Middle Sort Of Historians (of Which The Most Part Are) Spoil All; They Will Chew Our Meat For Us.

The Good Opinion Of The Vulgar Is Injurious.

A Good Marriage Would Be Between A Blind Wife And A Deaf Husband.