Knowledge is proud that it knows so much; wisdom is humble that it knows no more.
Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will.
Variety’s the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.
Grief is itself a medicine.
Detested sport, That owes its pleasures to another’s pain.
The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.
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 idler is a watch that wants both hands; As useless if it goes as when it stands.
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.
Habits are soon assumed; but when we strive to strip them off, ’tis being flayed alive.
His wit invites you by his looks to come, But when you knock, it never is at home.