A sigh can shatter a castle in the air.
The heart must glow before the tongue can gild.
Every man is his own greatest dupe.
Beware the deadly fumes of that insane elation Which rises from the cup of mad impiety, And go, get drunk with that divine intoxication Which is more sober far than all sobriety.
Polite beggary is too common.
Willmott, the English essayist, says poetry is the natural religion of literature.