Knowledge is when you learn something new every day. Wisdom is when you let something go every day.

The poet knows that he speaks adequately, then, only when he speaks somewhat wildly.

It is a capital blunder; as you discover, when another man recites his charities.

Drudgery, calamity, exasperation, want, are instructors in eloquence and wisdom.

A weed is a plant whose virtue is not yet known.

If the gatherer gathers too-much, Nature takes out of the man what she puts into his chest; swells the estate, but kills the owner. Nature hates, monopolies and exceptions.

If a man knew anything, he would sit in a corner and be modest; but he is such an ignorant peacock, that he goes bustling up and down, and hits on extraordinary discoveries.