Think naught a trifle, though it small appear; Small stands the mountain, moments make the year, and trifles life.

Too low they build who build below the skies.

He that's ungrateful has no guilt but one; All other crimes may pass for virtues in him.

I've known my lady (for she loves a tune) For fevers take an opera in June: And, though perhaps you'll think the practice bold, A midnight park is sov'reign for a cold.

In an active life is sown the seed of wisdom... And age, if it has not esteem, has nothing.

We are not all great because we are inspired, but we feel great because we are.

What is revenge but courage to call in our honor's debts, and wisdom to convert others' self-love into our own protection?