A little learning is a dangerous thing.
All Nature is but art, unknown to thee All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good.
Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate.
Condition, circumstance, is not the thing; Bliss is the same in subject or in king.
For critics, as they are birds of prey, have ever a natural inclination to carrion.
Luxurious lobster-nights, farewell, For sober, studious days!