Poetry is the art of uniting pleasure with truth.

We may have many acquaintances, but we can have but few friends; this made Aristotle say that he that hath many friends hath none.

There is in this world no real delight (excepting those of sensuality), but exchange of ideas in conversation.

I also admit, that there are some sluggish men who are improved by drinking; as there are fruits which are not good till they are rotten.

He was dull in a new way, and that made many think him great.

Inquiries into the heart are not for man.

Let me smile with the wise, and feed with the rich.