Sir Thomas Browne Quote

The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children

The poetry of the earth is never dead

A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it.

Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced

Four seasons fill the measure of the year; there are four seasons in the mind of man

Cynic: A blackguard whose faulty vision sees things as they are, not as they ought to be