Francis Bacon

Dolendi modus, timendi non item.  (To suffering there is a limit; to fearing, none.)

The general root of superstition is that men observe when things hit, and not when they miss; and commit to memory the one, and pass over the other.

Suspicions amongst thoughts are like bats amongst birds, they ever fly by twilight.

That which above all other yields the sweetest smell in the air is the violet.

Young men are fitter to invent than to judge; fitter for execution than for counsel; and fitter for new projects than for settled business.

As is the garden such is the gardener. A man's nature runs either to herbs or weeds.

Beauty is like summer fruits which are easy to corrupt and cannot last.

Gardening is the purest of human pleasures.

All colors will agree in the dark.

Certainly the best works, and of greatest merit for the public, have proceeded from the unmarried, or childless men.