Love spends his all, and still hath store.
Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, And tell them; and the truth of truths is love.
It is much less what we do than what we think, which fits us for the future.
The first and worst of all frauds is to cheat one's self.
Man is a military animal, glories in gunpowder, and loves parade.
The worst way to improve the world is to condemn it.