The dreadful burden of having nothing to do.
Now two punctilious envoys, Thine and Mine, Embroil the earth about a fancied line; And, dwelling much on right and much on wrong, Prove how the right is chiefly with the strong.
No one who cannot limit himself has ever been able to write.
Greatest fools are the most often satisfied.
He [Moliere] pleases all the world, but cannot please himself.
Gold gives an appearance of beauty even to ugliness: But with poverty everything becomes frightful.