All nature is but art unknown to thee.

Who shall decide when doctors disagree, And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me?

There is nothing that is meritorious but virtue and friendship.

Fame, wealth, and honour! what are you to Love?

I find myself hoping a total end of all the unhappy divisions of mankind by party-spirit, which at best is but the madness of many for the gain of a few.

A work of art that contains theories is like an object on which the price tag has been left.

Chaste to her husband, frank to all beside, A teeming mistress, but a barren bride.