To err is human; to forgive, divine.
Teach me to feel another's woe, to hide the fault I see, that mercy I to others show, that mercy show to me.
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.
Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.
On wrongs swift vengeance waits.
The ruling passion, be it what it will. The ruling passion conquers reason still.
Pride is still aiming at the best houses: Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell; aspiring to be angels men rebel.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest.
Health consists with temperance alone.
Education forms the common mind. Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclined.
How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise!
Those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.
To be angry is to revenge the faults of others on ourselves.
A work of art that contains theories is like an object on which the price tag has been left.
Praise undeserved, is satire in disguise.
So vast is art, so narrow human wit.
The way of the Creative works through change and transformation, so that each thing receives its true nature and destiny and comes into permanent accord with the Great Harmony: this is what furthers and what perseveres.
Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.
No one should be ashamed to admit they are wrong, which is but saying, in other words, that they are wiser today than they were yesterday.
All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.