Nothing can confound a wise man more than laughter from a dunce.

I have not loved the world, nor the world me, but let us part fair foes; I do believe, though I have found them not, that there may be words which are things, hopes which will not deceive, and virtues which are merciful, or weave snares for the failing: I would also deem o'er others' griefs that some sincerely grieve; that two, or one, are almost what they seem, that goodness is no name, and happiness no dream.

Oh Rome! My country! City of the soul!

This is to be mortal, And seek the things beyond mortality.

It is very iniquitous to make me pay my debts - you have no idea of the pain it gives one.

He was a man of his times. with one virtue and a thousand crimes. (The Corsair)

And angling too, that solitary vice, What Izaak Walton sings or says: The quaint, old, cruel coxcomb, in his gullet Should have a hook, and a small trout to pull it.