“For what I have publish’d, I can only hope to be pardon’d; but for what I have burned, I deserve to be prais’d.”

A youth of frolic, an old age of cards.

In faith and hope the world will disagree, but all mankind’s concern is charity.

He best can paint them who shall feel them most.

Vices and virtues are of a strange nature, for the more we have, the fewer we think we have.

No one should be ashamed to admit they are wrong, which is but saying, in other words, that they are wiser today than they were yesterday.

If, presume not to God to scan; The proper study of Mankind is Man. Plac’d on this isthmus of a middle state, a being darkly wise, and rudely great.

Never find fault with the absent.

Learning is like mercury, one of the most powerful and excellent things in the world in skillful hands; in unskillful, the most mischievous.

Act well your part, there all the honour lies.

Many men have been capable of doing a wise thing, more a cunning thing, but very few a generous thing.

Strength of mind is exercise, not rest.

To err is human; to forgive, divine.

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!

Who dare to love their country, and be poor.

Vice is a monster of so frightful mien As to be hated needs but to be seen; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.

What is it to be wise? ‘Tis but to know how little can be known, To see all others’ faults, and feel our own.

We burn incandescent memories lungs aching with washed-out oxygen as if we weren’t to meet again.

His love set her on fire and she loved the way it burned.

Dry throat on the days I’d rather just watch the candle burn.

The lava that erupts from the volcanoes has been reoccurring for far too long and even tho I’ve been warned that my lava can burn others I can’t help but erupt at the possibility that someone will want to burn for me.

Don’t be a match to someone else’s candle because, in the end, you’ll both burn out.

Her eyes sparkled with diamonds of hope and burned with fires of raw passion.

If he was the flame then I was the moth and I would burn with a smile on my face.

He was a wildfire burned bright and fast and free.