Thomas Fuller

24 Jun 1654 // 17 Sep 1734
Physician / Preacher / Intellectual


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Their heads sometimes so little that there is no room for wit; sometimes so long, that there is no wit for so much room
To keep up and improve friendship, thou must be willing to receive a kindness, as well as do one
He that falls into sin is a man; that grieves at it, is a saint; that boasts of it, is a devil
A hypocrite is in himself both the archer and the mark, in all actions shooting at his own praise or profit
Hope not for impossibilities
It is a vanity to persuade the world one hath much learning, by getting a great library
Gravity is the ballast of the soul, which keeps the mind steady
Moderation is the silken string running through the pearl-chain of all virtues
Try to be happy in this present moment, and put not off being so to a time to come, as though that time should be of another make from this, which has already come and is ours
Thou must content thyself to see the world so imperfect as it is. Thou wilt never have any quiet if thou vexest thyself, because thou canst not bring mankind to that exact notion of things and rule of life which thou hast formed in thy own mind
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On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."