Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate.
Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, and in, what myriads rise!
A perfect judge will read each word of wit with the same spirit that its author writ.
A little learning is a dangerous thing.
To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite, who never mentions hell to ears polite.
The worst of madmen is a saint run mad.