Though with those streams he no resemblance hold, Whose foam is amber and their gravel gold; His genuine and less guilty wealth t' explore, Search not his bottom, but survey his shore.

The man who first abused his fellows with swear-words instead of bashing their brains out with a club should be counted among those who laid the foundations of civilization.

When any great design thou dost intend, Think on the means, the manner, and the end.

You prove but too clearly that seeking to know Is too frequently learning to doubt.

Whatsoever is worthy of their love is worth their anger.

Nor ought a genius less than his that writ attempt translation.

We are never like angels till our passion dies.