What leads to unhappiness is making pleasure the chief aim.

My banks they are furnish'd with bees, Whose murmur invites one to sleep.

Anger is a great force. If you control it, it can be transmuted into a power which can move the whole world.

Every good poet includes a critic, but the reverse is not true.

The most reserved of men, that will not exchange two syllables together in an English coffee-house, should they meet at Ispahan, would drink sherbet and eat a mess of rice together.

Whoe'er excels in what we prize, appears a hero in our eyes.

Let the gulled fool the toil of war pursue, where bleed the many to enrich the few.