Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate.
To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart; To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each Seene, and be what they behold: For this the Tragic Muse first trod the stage.
A man of business may talk of philosophy; a man who has none may practice it.
The same ambition can destroy or save, and make a patriot as it makes a knave.
Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend.
As the twig is bent, so grows the tree.