Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

Fear not the anger of the wise to raise; Those best can bear reproof who merit praise.

The laughers are a majority.

Where'er you walk cool gales shall fan the glade, Trees where you sit shall crowd into a shade. Where'er you tread the blushing flowers shall rise, And all things flourish where you turn your eyes.

Get your enemy to read your works in order to mend them, for your friend is so much your second self that he will judge too like you.

Wit is the lowest form of humor.

What will a child learn sooner than a song?