Nothing doth more hurt in a state than that cunning men pass for wise.

Nature is beneficent. I praise her and all her works. She is silent and wise. She is cunning, but for good ends. She has brought me here and will also lead me away. She may scold me, but she will not hate her work. I trust her.

Cunning and treachery are the offspring of incapacity.

Cunning is the art of concealing our own defects, and discovering other people's weaknesses.

Cunning is strength withheld.

Cunning . . . is but the low mimic of wisdom.