Pleasure is sweetest when 'tis paid for by another's pain.
Cunning leads to knavery. It is but a step from one to the other, and that very slippery. Only lying makes the difference; add that to cunning, and it is knavery.
Either do not attempt at all or go through with it.
Our native soil draws all of us, by I know not what sweetness, and never allows us to forget.
There is no such thing as pure, unalloyed pleasure; some bitter ever mingles with the sweet.
Enhance and intensify one's vision of that synthesis of truth and beauty which is the highest and deepest reality.