How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, Stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year.

• Where there is much desire to learn, there of necessity will be much arguing, much writing, many opinions for opinions in good men is but knowledge in the making.
• He who reigns within himself and rules his passions, desires and fears is more than a King.
• Who overcomes by force hath overcome but half his foe.
• None can love freedom heartily but good men the rest love not freedom, but license.
• Thou canst not touch the freedom of my mind.
• Give me the liberty to know, to utter, and to argue freely according to conscience, above all liberties.
• He who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, but he who destroys a good book kills reason itself.
• Truth never comes into the world but like a bastard, to the ignominy of him that brought her birth.
• How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, Stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year.
• The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.