“Trust on and think To-morrow will repay; To-morrow’s falser than the former day; Lies worse; and while it says, we shall be blest With some new Joys, cuts off what we possest.”

War is the trade of kings.

Satire is a kind of poetry in which human vices are reprehended.

Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.

Kings fight for empires, madmen for applause.

Zeal, the blind conductor of the will.

Satire among the Romans, but not among the Greeks, was a bitter invective poem.

Errors like straws upon the surface flow, Who would search for pearls to be grateful for often must dive below.

A good conscience is a port which is landlocked on every side, where no winds can possibly invade. There a man may not only see his own image, but that of his Maker, clearly reflected from the undisturbed waters.

He invades authors like a monarch; and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him.

Be fair, or foul, or rain, or shine, The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine. Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.

When I consider life, ’tis all a cheat; Yet, fooled with hope, men favour the deceit; Trust on, and think tomorrow will repay. Tomorrow’s falser than the former day.

Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.

What, start at this! when sixty years have spread. Their grey experience o’er thy hoary head? Is this the all observing age could gain? Or hast thou known the world so long in vain?

Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave deserves the fair.

To die for faction is a common evil, But to be hanged for nonsense is the devil.

Truth is the foundation of all knowledge and the cement of all societies.

Be a firefly in the world of fake butterflies.

Be careful of choosing people, most of them are not real.

You can’t hurt a person and expect them to fake happiness so that it doesn’t hurt your ego.

I’m stoned on a nice boat ride. I fake a smile, you fake a life.

Listening and empathizing will enable you to look past fake smiles and dive deeper into the pain in their eyes.

Do you miss him, or do you miss the person you were pretending to be when you were with him?

I have been to places and left my heart in few. None of them felt real, none of them felt like you.

Making mistakes is better than faking perfection.