A poet can survive everything but a misprint.
A burnt child loves the fire.
I worshipped you too much. I am punished for it. You worshipped yourself too much. We are both punished.
No object is so beautiful that, under certain conditions, it will not look ugly.
I made your sorrow mine also, that you might have help in bearing it.
What is a cynic? A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.