Of man's miraculous mistakes, this bears The palm, "That all men are about to live."
A dedication is a wooden leg.
On every thorn, delightful wisdom grows, In every rill a sweet instruction flows.
By all means use some time to be alone.
But love, like wine, gives a tumultuous bliss, Heighten'd indeed beyond all mortal pleasures; But mingles pangs and madness in the bowl.
[The] public path of life Is dirty.