Existence is a strange bargain. Life owes us little; we owe it everything. The only true happiness comes from squandering ourselves for a purpose.

Reasoning at every step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, Whilst meaner things, whom instinct leads, Are rarely known to stray.

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

Variety’s the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.

It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.

O, popular applause! what heart of man is proof against thy sweet, seducing charms?

A self-made man? Yes, and one who worships his creator.

Wisdom is humble that he knows no more.

Where men of judgment creep and feel their way, The positive pronounce without dismay.

How much a dunce that has been sent to roam, excels a dunce that has been kept at home.

Existence is a strange bargain. Life owes us little; we owe it everything. The only true happiness comes from squandering ourselves for a purpose.

Glory, built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt.

Satan trembles when he sees the weakest saint upon their knees.

The innocent seldom find an uncomfortable pillow.

No one was ever scolded out of their sins.

The earth was made so various, that the mind Of desultory man, studious of change, And pleased with novelty, might be indulged.

O solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.

Ceremony leads her bigots forth, prepared to fight for shadows of no worth. While truths, on which eternal things depend, can hardly find a single friend.

An epigram is but a feeble thing – With straw in tail, stuck there by way of sting.

The dogs did bark, the children screamed, Up flew the windows all; And every soul bawled out, Well done! As loud as he could bawl.

The parson knows enough who knows a Duke.

Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will.

Absence of occupation is not rest; A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed.

A fool must now and then be right, by chance.

Absence of proof is not proof of absence.

Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.

God made the country, and man made the town.

The darkest day, if you live till tomorrow, will have passed away.

No man can be a patriot on an empty stomach.

Thus happiness depends, as nature shows, less on exterior things than most suppose.

Meditation here may think down hours to moments. Here the heart may give a useful lesson to the head and learning wiser grow without his books.

Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.

No wild enthusiast could rest, till half the world like him was possessed.

God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.

Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid.

Nature is a good name for an effect whose cause is God.

They whom truth and wisdom lead, can gather honey from a weed.