With too much quickness ever to be taught; With too much thinking to have common thought.

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

Sometimes virtue starves while vice is fed.

Whatever is, is right.

Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense, Lie in three words,-health, peace, and competence.

Wit is the lowest form of humor.

True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance.