You purchase pain with all that joy can give and die of nothing but a rage to live.
The only time you run out of chances is when you stop taking them
All nature is but art unknown to thee.
To pardon those absurdities in ourselves which we cannot suffer in others is neither better nor worse than to be more willing to be fools ourselves than to have others so.
And all who told it added something new, and all who heard it, made enlargements too.
A family is but too often a commonwealth of malignants.