Yet it is necessary to hope, though hope should always be deluded; for hope itself is happiness, and its frustrations, however frequent, are yet less dreadsul than its extinction.

Our senses, our appetite, and our passions are our lawful and faithful guides in things that relate solely to this life.

How small of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure! Still to ourselves in every place consigned, Our own felicity we make or find. With secret course, which no loud storms annoy, Glides the smooth current of domestic joy.

If you want to be a writer, then write. Write every day!

No man should attempt to teach others what he has never learned himself

The Irish are a fair people: They never speak well of one another.

The stream of Time, which is continually washing the dissoluble fabrics of other poets, passes without injury by the adamant of Shakespeare.