You purchase pain with all that joy can give and die of nothing but a rage to live.
Luxurious lobster-nights, farewell, For sober, studious days!
Pride is still aiming at the best houses: Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell; aspiring to be angels men rebel.
Men must be taught as if you taught them not, and things unknown proposed as things forgot.
Fondly we think we honor merit then, when we but praise ourselves in other men.
The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd