I would happily die with a bottle of white Burgundy in my mouth.
Of all virtues and dignities of the mind, goodness is the greatest
The human understanding is like a false mirror, which, receiving rays irregularly, distorts and discolors the nature of things by mingling its own nature with it.
Things alter for the worse spontaneously, if they be not altered for the better designedly.
It is a sad fate for a man to die too well known to everybody else, and still unknown to himself.
Lies are sufficient to breed opinion, and opinion brings on substance.
To suffering there is a limit; to fearing, none.
Believing is a fine thing, but placing those beliefs into execution is a test of strength. Many are those who talk like the roar of the sea, gut their lives are shallow and stagnant, like the rotting marshes. Many are those who lift their heads above the mountain tops, but their spirits remain dormant in the obscurity of the caverns.
One of the painful signs of years of dumbed-down education is how many people are unable to make a coherent argument. They can vent their emotions, question other people's motives, make bold assertions, repeat slogans-- anything except reason.
A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is To meet an antique book In just the dress his century wore; A privilege, I think, His venerable hand to take, And warming in our own, A passage back, or two, to make To times when he was young. His quaint opinions to inspect, His knowledge to unfold On what concerns our mutual mind, The literature of old.
Turning, for them who pass, the common dust Of servile opportunity to gold.