Of all that writ, he was the wisest bard, who spoke this mighty truth- He that knew all that ever learning writ, Knew only this-that he knew nothing yet.

A brave world, sir, full of religion, knavery, and change: we shall shortly see better days.

Variety is the soul of pleasure.

Sure, I rose the wrong way today, I have had such damn'd ill luck every way.

Of all that writ, he was the wisest bard, who spoke this mighty truth- He that knew all that ever learning writ, Knew only this-that he knew nothing yet.

A poet is a painter in his way, he draws to the life, but in another kind; we draw the nobler part, the soul and the mind; the pictures of the pen shall outlast those of the pencil, and even worlds themselves.

That perfect tranquillity of life, which is nowhere to be found but in retreat, a faithful friend and a good library.