But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell.

The sight of blood to crowds begets the thirst of more, As the first wine-cup leads to the long revel.

Send me no more reviews of any kind. I will read no more of evil or good in that line. Walter Scott has not read a review of himself for thirteen years .

Do proper homage to thine idol's eyes; But no too humbly, or she will despise Thee and thy suit, though told in moving tropes: Disguise even tenderness if thou art wise.

Good work and joyous play go hand in hand. When play stops, old age begins. Play keeps you from taking life too seriously.

The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.

Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.