The man who builds, and wants wherewith to pay, Provides a home from which to run away.

Nothing but what astonishes is true.

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

Horace appears in good humor while he censures, and therefore his censure has the more weight, as supposed to proceed from judgment and not from passion.

In youth, what disappointments of our own making: in age, what disappointments from the nature of things.

Titles are marks of honest men, and wise; The fool or knave that wears a title lies.

There is something about poetry beyond prose logic, there is mystery in it, not to be explained but admired.