Thomas Browne, fully Sir Thomas Browne

Browne, fully Sir Thomas Browne

English Author who wrote in diverse fields including Medicine, Religion, Science and the Esoteric

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Many from the ignorance of these Maxims, and an inconsiderate zeal unto Truth, have too rashly charged the troops of error, and remain as Trophies unto the enemies of Truth: A man may be in as just possession of Truth as of a City, and

They do most by books who could do much without them; and he that chiefly owes himself unto himself is the substantial man.

Nature is not at variance with Art, nor Art with Nature, they both being servants of His Providence. Art is the perfection of Nature... Nature is the Art of God.

Think not thy own shadow longer than that of others.

A sick man’s sacrifice is but a lame oblation.

No man can judge another, because no man knows himself.

This I think charity—to love God for himself, and our neighbour for God.

And first Satan's endeavours have ever been, and they cease not yet to instill a belief in the minde of man, There is no God at all. . . . that the necessity of his entity dependeth upon ours, and is but a Politicall Chymera. . . . Where he succeeds not thus high, he labours to introduce a secondary and deductive Atheisme; that although, men concede there is a God, yet . . . that he intendeth only the care of the species or common natures, but letteth loose the guard of individuals, and single existencies therein: That he looks not below the Moon, but hath designed the regiment of sublunary affairs unto inferiour deputations. To promote which apprehensions or empuzzell their due conceptions, he casteth in the notions of fate, destiny, fortune, chance and necessity. . . . Whereby extinguishing in mindes the compensation of vertue and vice, the hope and fear of heaven or hell; they comply in their actions unto the drift of his delusions. . . .

No man can justly censure or condemn another, because indeed no man truly knows another.

Tranquility is better than jollity, and to appease pain than to invent pleasure.

Every man acts truly so long as he acts his nature, or some way makes good the faculties in himself.

Nor will the sweetest delight of gardens afford much comfort in sleep; wherein the dullness of that sense shakes hands with delectable odours; and though in the bed of Cleopatra, can hardly with any delight raise up the ghost of a rose.

True fame is ever likened to our shade, he sooneth misseth her, that most (haste) hath made to overtake her; whoso takes his wing, regardless of her, she’ll be following; her true proprietie she thus discovers, loves her contemners, and contemns her lovers.

Every man’s own reason is his best Œdipus.

Rest not in an ovation, but in a triumph over thy passions.

We are somewhat more than ourselves in our sleep; and the slumber of the body seems to be but the waking of the soul. It is the ligation of sense, but the liberty of reason; and our waking conceptions do not match the fancies of our sleep.

Festination may prove Precipitation;

Since not only judgments have their awards, but mercies their commissions, snatch not at every favour, nor think thyself passed by if they fall upon thy neighbour.

When I survey the occurrences of my life, and call into accounting the Finger of God, I can perceive nothing but an abyss and mass of mercies, either in general to mankind, or in particular to myself.

Futurity still shortens, and time present sucks in time to come.

Sleep is death’s younger brother, and so like him, that I never dare trust him without my prayers.

When industry builds upon nature, we may expect pyramids.

He honours God that imitates Him.

Sure there is music even in the beauty, and the silent note which Cupid strikes, far sweeter than the sound of an instrument. For there is music wherever there is harmony, order and proportion; and thus far we may maintain the music of the spheres; for those well-ordered motions, and regular paces, though they give no sound unto the ear, yet to the understanding they strike a note most full of harmony.

When Nature fills the sails, the vessel goes smoothly on; and when judgment is the pilot, the insurance need not be high.

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English Author who wrote in diverse fields including Medicine, Religion, Science and the Esoteric