Chaucer I confess is a rough diamond and must be polished e'er he shines.
Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.
I'll habits gather by unseen degrees As brooks make rivers rivers run to seas.
We first make our habits, then our habits make us.
Every inch that is not fool is rogue.
Those who write ill, and they who ne'er durst write,Turn critics out of mere revenge and spite.
For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.
When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.
Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.
Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind. Anger will disappear just as soon as thoughts of resentment are forgotten.
There is a pleasure sure In being mad which none but madmen know!
Successful crimes alone are justified.
Let Fortune empty her whole quiver on me, I have a soul that, like an ample shield, Can take in all, and verge enough for more; Fate was not mine, nor am I Fate's: Souls know no conquerors.
Present joys are more to flesh and blood Than the dull prospect of a distant good.
When I consider life, 't is all a cheat.Yet fool'd with hope, men favour the deceit;Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay.To-morrow 's falser than the former day;Lies worse, and while it says we sh...
He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.
None but the brave deserves the fair.
I am sore wounded but not slainI will lay me down and bleed a whileAnd then rise up to fight again
Repentance is but want of power to sin.
Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.