Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
Our passions are like convulsion fits, which, though they make us stronger for a time, leave us the weaker ever after.
What will a child learn sooner than a song?
Nor Fame I slight, nor her favors call;She comes unlook'd for, if she comes at all.
Tis education forms the common mind;Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclined.
There is a certain majesty in simplicity which is far above all the quaintness of wit.
Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed.
Fools admire, but men of sense approve.
It is with our judgments as with our watches; no two go just alike, yet each believes his own.
Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreetTo run amuck, and tilt at all I meet.
To err is human, to forgive divine.
Such laboured' nothings in so strange a styleamaze the un-learned and make the learned smile.
One who is too wise an observer of the business of others, like one who is too curious in observing the labor of bees, will often be stung for his curiosity.
Ten censure wrong, for one that writes amiss.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown; thus unlamented let me die; steal from the world, and not a stone tell where I lie.
Be not the first by whom the new are tried,Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
Envy will merit, as its shade, pursue,But, like the shadow, proves the substance true.
A man should never be ashamed to own he has been wrong, which is but saying, that he is wiser today than he was yesterday.
Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, and in, what myriads rise!
He who tells a lie is not sensible of how great a task he undertakes; for he must be forced to invent twenty more to maintain that one.
A little learning is a dangerous thing;drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring:there shallow draughts intoxicate the brain,and drinking largely sobers us again.
Be thou the first true merit to befriend, his praise is lost who stays till all commend.
Some people will never learn anything because they understand everything too soon.
To err is human; to forgive, divine.
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!The world forgetting, by the world forgot.Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;
Blessed is the man who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast;Man never Is, but always To be blest:The soul, uneasy and confin'd from home,Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
A little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring
Man: the glory, jest, and riddle of the world.
Amusement is the happiness of those who cannot think.
An honest man is the noblest work of God.
And all who told it added something new, And all who heard it made enlargements too.
Honor and shame from no condition rise.Act well your part: there all the honor lies.
The general cry is against ingratitude, but the complaint is misplaced, it should be against vanity; none but direct villains are capable of willful ingratitude; but almost everybody is capable of thinking he hath done more that another deserves, while the other thinks he hath received less than he deserves.