English Poet, Dramatist
Happy the man, and happy he alone, He who can call today his own; He who, secure within, can say, Tomorrow, do thy worst, for I have lived today.
Jealousy, the jaundice of the soul.
Happy the person, and happy they alone, those who can call today their own: Those who, secure within, can say, tomorrow, do thy worst, for I have lived
All empire is no more than power in trust.
Truth is the fountain of all knowledge and the cement of all societies.
The secret pleasure of a generous act is the great mind's bribe.
The thought of being nothing after death is a burden insupportable to a virtuous man; we naturally aim at happiness, and cannot bear to have it confined to our present being.
Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is, with thought of what may be.
Stiff in opinion; always in the wrong.
Love's the noblest frailty of the mind.
None are so busy as the fool and the knave.
Ill habits gather by unseen degrees - as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
Love is love's reward.
Happy the man, and happy he alone, he, who can call today his own.
How can finite grasp infinity?
Forgiveness to the injur'd does belong, but they ne'er pardon who have done the wrong.
Genius must be born, and never can be taught.
Everyone is eagle-eyed to see another's fault and deformity.
Everything in the world is good for something.
Dullness is decent in the Church and State.
Death in itself is nothing; but we fear. To be we know not what, we know not where.
Better shun the bait than struggle in the snare.
A lively faith will bear aloft the mind, an leave the luggage of good works behind.
All objects lose by too familiar a view.