“Kings fight for empires, madmen for applause.”

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

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.

Tell me, do you think I’m going mad? I sometimes wonder, you know.

Tell me, do you think I’m going mad? I sometimes wonder, you know.

Great literature should do some good to the reader: must quicken his perception though dull, and sharpen his discrimination though blunt, and mellow the rawness of his personal opinions.

Magic Johnson was my favorite player growing up.

Whom Jupiter would destroy he first drives mad.

I have a long list of things that make me mad.

Lovers, Lunatics and poets are made of same stuff.

I still love her. But she’s retarded, too.