Many shall be restored that now are fallen and many shall fall that now are in honor.
What has this unfeeling age of ours left untried, what wickedness has it shunned?
Where there are many beauties in a poem I shall not cavil at a few faults proceeding either from negligence or from the imperfection of our nature.
There are lessons to be learned from a stupid man.
Seek not to inquire what the morrow will bring with it.
The arrow will not always find the mark intended.