There is a plague on Man, the opinion that he knows something.
Whom conscience, ne'er asleep, Wounds with incessant strokes, not loud, but deep.
We need to interpret interpretations more than to interpret things.
Intoxication is calculated to put heart into the elderly and give them delight in dancing.
A man must become wise at his own expense.
Repentance is no other than a recanting of the will, and opposition to our fancies, which lead us which way they please.