Charm strikes the sight, but merit wins the soul.

All nature is but art unknown to thee.

The only time you run out of chances is when you stop taking them

A wise physician, skill'd our wounds to heal, is more than armies to the public weal.

Still when the lust of tyrant power succeeds, some Athens perishes, or some Tully bleeds.

Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, and in, what myriads rise!

Never elated when someone's oppressed, never dejected when another one's blessed.