On life's vast ocean diversely we sail. Reasons the card, but passion the gale.

What dire offence from am'rous causes springs, What mighty contests rise from trivial things.

The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd

Yes, I am proud; I must be proud to see Men not afraid of God, afraid of me.

Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

I believe no one qualification is so likely to make a good writer, as the power of rejecting his own thoughts.

By flatterers besieged And so obliging that he ne'er obliged.