A wit with dunces, and a dunce with wits.
Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.
In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold; Alike fantastic, if too new, or old: Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
If a man's character is to be abused there's nobody like a relative to do the business.
I find myself hoping a total end of all the unhappy divisions of mankind by party-spirit, which at best is but the madness of many for the gain of a few.
Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, and in, what myriads rise!
Genius creates, and taste preserves. Taste is the good sense of genius; without taste, genius is only sublime folly.
Education forms the common mind. Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclined.
Extremes in nature equal ends produce; In man they join to some mysterious use.
Fondly we think we honor merit then, When we but praise ourselves in other men.
Fools admire, but men of sense approve.
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.
For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight, His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.