Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
Hope! fortune's cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!
Solitude can be used well by very few people. They who do must have a knowledge of the world to see the foolishness of it, and enough virtue to despise all the vanity.
The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
It is a hard and nice subject for a man to speak of himself: it grates his own heart to say anything of disparagement, and the reader's ear to hear anything of praise from him.