Who dies in youth and vigour, dies the best.

Authors are partial to their wit, 'tis true, But are not critics to their judgment, too?

Amusement is the happiness of those who cannot think.

And write about it, Goddess, and about it!

I begin where most people end, with a full conviction of the emptiness of all sorts of ambition, and the unsatisfactory nature of all human pleasures.

Persons of genius, and those who are most capable of art, are always most fond of nature: as such are chiefly sensible, that all art consists in the imitation and study of nature.

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.