The world is like a vast sea: mankind like a vessel sailing on its tempestuous bosom. ... [T]he sciences serve us for oars.

Sweet Auburn, loveliest village of the plain.

As for murmurs, mother, we grumble a little now and then, to be sure; but there's no love lost between us.

To be poor, and to seem poor, is a certain method never to rise.

Both wit and understanding are trifles without integrity; it is that which gives value to every character. The ignorant peasant, without fault, is greater than the philosopher with many; for what is genius or courage without a heart?

People seek within a short span of life to satisfy a thousand desires, each of which is insatiable.

Write how you want, the critic shall show the world you could have written better.