Teach you children poetry; it opens the mind, lends grace to wisdom and makes the heroic virtues hereditary.

Methinks I will not die quite happy without having seen something of that Rome of which I have read so much.

Guilt, though it may attain temporal splendor, can never confer real happiness; the evil consequences of our crimes long survive their commission, and, like the ghosts of the murdered, forever haunt the steps of the malefactor; while the paths of virtue, though seldom those of worldly greatness, are always those of pleasantness and peace.

Call it not vain: they do not err Who say that when the poet dies Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies.

Look back, and smile on perils past.

All men who have turned out worth anything have had the chief hand in their own education.

A ruin should always be protected but never repaired - thus may we witness full the lingering legacies of the past.