A fool always finds one still more foolish to admire him.

It is in vain a daring author thinks of attaining to the heights of Parnassus if he does not feel the secret influence of heaven and if his natal star has not formed him to be a poet.

Gold gives an appearance of beauty even to ugliness: But with poverty everything becomes frightful.

But satire, ever moral, ever new, Delights the reader and instructs him, too. She, if good sense refine her sterling page, Oft shakes some rooted folly of the age.

Greatest fools are the most often satisfied.

Time flies and draws us with it. The moment in which I am speaking is already far from me.

Honor is like an island, rugged and without a beach; once we have left it, we can never return.