Wine rejoices the heart of man and joy is the mother of all virtues.

The safest thing is always to try to convert everything that is in us and around us into action; let the others talk and argue about it as they please.

Money lost, something lost. Honor lost, much lost. Courage lost, everything lost-better you were never born

Shakespeare is dangerous to young poets; they cannot but reproduce him, while they fancy that they produce themselves.

We are the slaves of objects around us, and appear little or important according as these contract or give us room to expand.

And here, poor fool, with all my lore I stand no wiser than before.

Who longs in solitude to live, Ah! soon his wish will gain: Men hope and love, men get and give, and leave him to his pain.