Knowledge is proud that it knows so much; wisdom is humble that it knows no more.

If my resolution to be a great man was half so strong as it is to despise the shame of being a little one.

Events of all sorts creep or fly exactly as God pleases.

Solitude, seeming a sanctuary, proves a grave; a sepulchre in which the living lie, where all good qualities grow sick and die

Th' embroid'ry of poetic dreams.

Those flimsy webs that break as soon as wrought, attain not to the dignity of thought.

And diff'ring judgments serve but to declare that truth lies somewhere, if we knew but where.