Happy who in his verse can gently steer, From grave to light, from pleasant to severe.

Sometimes a fool makes a good suggestion.

Of all the creatures that creep, swim, or fly, Peopling the earth, the waters, and the sky, From Rome to Iceland, Paris to Japan, I really think the greatest fool is man.

No one who cannot limit himself has ever been able to write.

The world is full of fools; and he who would not wish to see one, must not only shut himself up alone, but must also break his looking-glass.

All men are fools, and with every effort they differ only in the degree.

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