Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest.
The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read, With loads of learned lumber in his head.
'Tis not enough your counsel still be true; Blunt truths more mischief than nice falsehoods do.
The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.
Never was it given to mortal man - To lie so boldly as we women can.
On life's vast ocean diversely we sail. Reasons the card, but passion the gale.
How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise!
Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.
Lo! The poor Indian, whose untutored mind sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind.
The ruling passion, be it what it will. The ruling passion conquers reason still.
A work of art that contains theories is like an object on which the price tag has been left.
For Forms of Government let fools contest; whatever is best administered is best.
Some old men, continually praise the time of their youth. In fact, you would almost think that there were no fools in their days, but unluckily they themselves are left as an example.
They dream in courtship, but in wedlock wake.
The most positive men are the most credulous.
Many men have been capable of doing a wise thing, more a cunning thing, but very few a generous thing.
A little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring.
Trust not yourself, but your defects to know, make use of every friend and every foe.
Never elated when someone's oppressed, never dejected when another one's blessed.
How shall I lose the sin, yet keep the sense, and love the offender, yet detest the offence?