Great oaks grow from little acorns. He has a green thumb. He has green fingers. He's sowing his wild oats. Here Ceres' gifts in waving prospect stand, And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand.

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.

I believe no one qualification is so likely to make a good writer, as the power of rejecting his own thoughts.

All nature mourns, the skies relent in showers; hushed are the birds, and closed the drooping flowers.

The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd

Most authors steal their works, or buy.

Know then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man.