“Among our crimes oblivion may be set.”

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.

For all the happiness mankind can gain Is not in pleasure, but in rest from pain.

We by art unteach what Nature taught.

Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.

They first condemn that first advised the ill.

Do you really like a particular stock? Put 10% or so of your portfolio on it. Make the idea count … Good [investment] ideas should not be diversified away into meaningless oblivion.

We’re not planning for the future. If we continue to spend ourselves into oblivion, we are going to destroy this nation.

We’re not planning for the future. If we continue to spend ourselves into oblivion, we are going to destroy this nation.

Since man is mortal, the only immortality possible for him is to leave something behind him that is immortal since it will always move. This is the artist’s way of scribbling “Kilroy was here” on the wall of the final and irrevocable oblivion through which he must someday pass.

Consolation Calm down. Both your sins and your good deeds will be lost in oblivion.