What skilful limner e'er would choose To paint the rainbow's varying hues, Unless to mortal it were given To dip his brush in dyes of heaven?

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

It is a great disgrace to religion, to imagine that it is an enemy to mirth and cheerfulness, and a severe exacter of pensive looks and solemn faces.

The misery of keeping a dog is his dying so soon. But, to be sure, if he lived for fifty years and then died, what would become of me?

Look back, and smile on perils past.

It is more difficult to look upon victory than upon battle.

Revenge, the sweetest morsel to the mouth that ever was cooked in hell.