All looks yellow to a jaundiced eye.

I as little fear that God will damn a man that has charity, as I hope that the priests can save one who has not.

O peace! how many wars were waged in thy name.

We think our fathers fools, so wise we grow. Our wiser sons, no doubt will think us so.

I believe it is no wrong Observation, that Persons of Genius, and those who are most capable of Art, are always fond of Nature, as such are chiefly sensible, that all Art consists in the Imitation and Study of Nature. On the contrary, People of the common Level of Understanding are principally delighted with the Little Niceties and Fantastical Operations of Art, and constantly think that finest which is least Natural.

Where beams of imagination play, the memory's soft figures melt away.

Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.