Man, like the generous vine, supported lives; the strength he gains is from the embrace he gives.

Passions are the gales of life.

Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet To run amuck, and tilt at all I meet.

There is no study that is not capable of delighting us after a little application to it.

Age and want sit smiling at the gate.

Here thou, great Anna! Whom three realms obey, / Dost sometimes counsel take—and sometimes tea.

No writing is good that does not tend to better mankind in some way or other.