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.

Fate is the friend of the good, the guide of the wise, the tyrant of the foolish, the enemy of the bad.

Ignorance is the mother of suspicion.

Heart's-ease is a flower which blooms from the grave of desire.

A crowd always thinks with its sympathy, never with its reason.

Tears are the tribute of humanity to its destiny.

The line of life is a ragged diagonal between duty and desire.