The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.
Friendship's the wine of life: but friendship new... is neither strong nor pure.
The man that blushes is not quite a brute.
As in smooth oil the razor best is whet, So wit is by politeness sharpest set; Their want of edge from their offence is seen, Both pain us least when exquisitely keen.
We are not all great because we are inspired, but we feel great because we are.
Ah, how unjust to Nature and himself Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man!