“I think it is the most beautiful and humane thing in the world, so to mingle gravity with pleasure that the one may not sink into melancholy, nor the other rise up into wantonness.”

From the end spring new beginnings.

The best plan is to profit by the folly of others.

Envy always implies conscious inferiority wherever it resides.

Lust is an enemy to the purse, a foe to the person, a canker to the mind, a corrosive to the conscience, a weakness of the wit, a besotter of the senses, and finally, a mortal bane to all the body.

A god cannot procure death for himself, even if he wished it, which, so numerous are the evils of life, has been granted to man as our chief good.

The only thing man knows instinctively is how to weep.

Our civilization depends largely on paper.

Nature has given man no better thing than shortness of life.

The lust of avarice as so totally seized upon mankind that their wealth seems rather to possess them than they possess their wealth.

It has become quite a common proverb that in wine there is truth.

Envy always implies conscious inferiority wherever it resides.

Man is the only one that knows nothing, that can learn nothing without being taught. He can neither speak nor walk nor eat, and in short he can do nothing at the prompting of nature only, but weep.

There is always something new out of Africa.

Nothing is more useful than wine for strengthening the body and also more detrimental to our pleasure if moderation be lacking.

We live by reposing trust in each other.

Most men are afraid of a bad name, but few fear their consciences.

I sell my pain in beauty. Wrap it in words. Package it in pleasantries, and deliver it in verse.

We become not a melting pot but a beautiful mosaic. Different people, different beliefs, different yearnings, different hopes, different dreams.

Comedy, such a lovely lady, she’ll pick you up, you your feeling blue.

The process is the most beautiful part.

My garden is my most beautiful masterpiece

This was one of those special occasions when I could actually feel the inner appreciation of the beauty of the moment passing like an electric current through the brush in my hand.

True beauty is knowing who you are and what you want and never apologizing for it.

This is good for you. Death is a thing of beauty, and it needs to be executed in such a way that does it justice.