Robert Burton Quotes

What is a ship but a prison?

How much more cruel the pen may be than the sword.

To come nearer yet, our own parents by their offences, indiscretion, and intemperance, are our mortal enemies. “The fathers have eaten sour grapes, and the children’s teeth are set on edge.” They cause our grief many times, and put upon us hereditary diseases, inevitable infirmities: they torment us, and we are ready to injure our […]

We can say nothing but what hath been said.

Idleness is an appendix to nobility.

They are proud in humility; proud in that they are not proud.

A good conscience is a continual feast.

Our conscience, which is a great ledger book, wherein are written all our offenses… grinds our souls with the remembrance of some precedent sins, makes us reflect upon, accuse and condemn ourselves.

The Turks have a drink called Coffa (for they use no wine) so named of a berry as black as soot, and as bitter… which they sip still of, and sup as warm as they can suffer; they spend much time in those Coffa-houses, which are somewhat like our Ale-houses or Taverns, and there they […]

Like dogs in a wheel, birds in a cage, or squirrels in a chain, ambitious men still climb and climb, with great labor, and incessant anxiety, but never reach the top.