Mankind is unamendable.
The bookful blockhead ignorantly read, With loads of learned lumber in his head, With his own tongue still edifies his ears, And always list'ning to himself appears. All books he reads, and all he reads assails.
Condition, circumstance, is not the thing; Bliss is the same in subject or in king.
An obstinate person does not hold opinions; they hold them.
Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour, content to dwell in decencies for ever.
Who breaks a butterfly on a wheel?