The worst of madmen is a saint run mad.

No writing is good that does not tend to better mankind in some way or other.

Is it, in heav'n, a crime to love too well?

For thee I dim these eye and stuff this head With all such reading as was never read.

A wit with dunces, and a dunce with wits.

All looks yellow to a jaundiced eye that habitually compares everything to something better. But by changing that habit to comparing everything to something worse, even making it a game, that person can find gratitude, relief and happiness where-ever they go and whatever they experience, guaranteed!

Nothing is more certain than much of the force; as well as grace, of arguments or instructions depends their conciseness.