They say everything in the world is good for something.
For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.
Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
Genius must be born, it can't be taught.
Ever a glutton, at another's cost, But in whose kitchen dwells perpetual frost.
Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.