Our judgments, like our watches, none go just alike, yet each believes his own

Words are like Leaves; and where they most abound, Much Fruit of Sense beneath is rarely found.

Some old men, continually praise the time of their youth. In fact, you would almost think that there were no fools in their days, but unluckily they themselves are left as an example.

Genius creates, and taste preserves. Taste is the good sense of genius; without taste, genius is only sublime folly.

How do we know that we have a right to kill creatures that we are so little above, as dogs, for our curiosity or even for some use to us?

Fondly we think we honor merit then, when we but praise ourselves in other men.

A little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring.