How happy is the blameless vestal's lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;
The greatest advantage I know of being thought a wit by the world is that it gives me the greater freedom of playing the fool.
Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet To run amuck, and tilt at all I meet.
There is a certain majesty in simplicity which is far above all the quaintness of wit.
A family is but too often a commonwealth of malignants.
The general cry is against ingratitude, but the complaint is misplaced, it should be against vanity; none but direct villains are capable of willful ingratitude; but almost everybody is capable of thinking he hath done more that another deserves, while the other thinks he hath received less than he deserves.
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!
It is with our judgments as with our watches; no two go just alike, yet each believes his own.
One who is too wise an observer of the business of others, like one who is too curious in observing the labor of bees, will often be stung for his curiosity.
Tis education forms the common mind; Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclined.