The finest minds, like the finest metals, dissolve the easiest.

A little learning is a dangerous thing; drink of it deeply, or taste it not, for shallow thoughts intoxicate the brain, and drinking deeply sobers us again.

With too much quickness ever to be taught; With too much thinking to have common thought.

What Reason weaves, by Passion is undone.

Rogues in rags are kept in countenance by rogues in ruffles.

New, distant Scenes of endless Science rise: So pleas'd at first, the towring Alps we try.

Men would be angels, angels would be gods.