So vast is art, so narrow human wit.

It is not so much the being exempt from faults, as having overcome them, that is an advantage to us.

To err is human; to forgive, divine.

Order is heaven's first law.

Good God! how often are we to die before we go quite off this stage? In every friend we lose a part of ourselves, and the best part.

Great oaks grow from little acorns. He has a green thumb. He has green fingers. He's sowing his wild oats. Here Ceres' gifts in waving prospect stand, And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand.

Most women have no characters at all.