Fondly we think we honor merit then, when we but praise ourselves in other men.
Love finds an altar for forbidden fires.
Tis but a part we see, and not a whole.
While pensive poets painful vigils keep, Sleepless themselves, to give their readers sleep.
Coffee which makes the politician wise, and see through all things with his half-shut eyes.
An obstinate person does not hold opinions; they hold them.