“All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.”

A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound.

Roll on, deep and dark blue ocean, roll. Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain. Man marks the earth with ruin, but his control stops with the shore.

Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, sermons and soda water the day after.

Man is in part divine, A troubled stream from a pure source.

Who then will explain the explanation?

It is when we think we lead that we are most led.

Why do they call me misanthrope? Because They hate me, not I them.

Heaven gives its favourites-early death.

A mistress never is nor can be a friend. While you agree, you are lovers; and when it is over, anything but friends.

A thousand years may scare form a state. An hour may lay it in ruins.

What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?

Be warm, be pure, be amorous, but be chaste.

Friendship is Love without his wings!

They truly mourn, that mourn without a witness.

Eat, drink and love…the rest is not worth a nickel

The fact is, riches are power, and poverty is slavery all over the earth, and one sort of establishment is no better, nor worse, for a people than another.

Part of your mission in life then must be to share your gifts with as many people as possible. That means being willing to play big.