“It seldom happens that a premature shoot of genius ever arrives at maturity.”

Forbidden pleasures alone are loved immoderately; when lawful, they do not excite desire.

Everything that has a beginning comes to an end.

He who speaks evil only differs from his who does evil in that he lacks opportunity.

Fear of the future is worse than one’s present fortune.

The obscurity of a writer is generally in proportion to his incapacity.

That which prematurely arrives at perfection soon perishes.

Conscience is a thousand witnesses.

God, that all-powerful Creator of nature and architect of the world, has impressed man with no character so proper to distinguish him from other animals, as by the faculty of speech.

Men of quality are in the wrong to undervalue, as they often do, the practise of a fair and quick hand in writing; for it is no immaterial accomplishment.

One thing, however, I must premise, that without the assistance of natural capacity, rules and precepts are of no efficacy.

A liar should have a good memory.

She abounds with lucious faults.

The perfection of art is to conceal art.

Too exact, and studious of similitude rather than of beauty.

Those who wish to appear wise among fools, among the wise seem foolish.

Whilst we deliberate how to begin a thing, it grows too late to begin it.

When I fart my ass makes a trumpet sound that heralds the arrival of the smell.

Maybe the social value of truth is as a destination – so long as we do not assume we have arrived there.

Those who have arrived at any very eminent degree of excellence in the practice of an art or profession have commonly been actuated by a species of enthusiasm in their pursuit of it. They have kept one object in view amidst all the vicissitudes of time and torture.

If you meditate and the Devil comes, make the Devil meditate.

That which prematurely arrives at perfection soon perishes.

But when the morning arrives we will be all right.

It always comes back to you, when I turn away you’re in my rear view; life twists and turns arriving at pastures new, but still it always comes back to you.

The waves of life arrive in rhythms, the tide goes in and out the moon shines in prisms; see its natural to feel the ups and downs for you’re life itself hidden or found.