The secret pleasure of a generous act Is the great mind's great bribe.
Fiction is of the essence of poetry as well as of painting; there is a resemblance in one of human bodies, things, and actions which are not real, and in the other of a true story by fiction.
Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.
Sweet is pleasure after pain.
But how can finite grasp Infinity?
It's a hard world, neighbors, if a man's oath must be his master.