For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight, His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.
They dream in courtship, but in wedlock wake.
'Tis 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.
Woman's at best a contradiction still.
True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, as those who move easiest have learned to dance.
Party-spirit at best is but the madness of many for the gain of a few.
Trust not yourself, but your defects to know, make use of every friend and every foe.
But blind to former as to future fate, what mortal knows his pre-existent state?
If a man's character is to be abused there's nobody like a relative to do the business.
Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks through Nature up to Nature's God.
Nature and nature's laws lay hid in the night. God said, Let Newton be! and all was light!
A little learning is a dangerous thing Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring.
A work of art that contains theories is like an object on which the price tag has been left.
Never was it given to mortal man - To lie so boldly as we women can.
For Forms of Government let fools contest whatever is best administered is best.
Know then this truth, enough for man to know virtue alone is happiness below.
What some call health, if purchased by perpetual anxiety about diet, isn't much better than tedious disease.
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.
Some people will never learn anything, for this reason, because they understand everything too soon.
Lo! The poor Indian, whose untutored mind sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind.
Education forms the common mind. Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclined.
For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
Know then thyself, presume not God to scan The proper study of mankind is man.
Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die.
So vast is art, so narrow human wit.
A God without dominion, providence, and final causes, is nothing else but fate and nature.
The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read With loads of learned lumber in his head.
Tis but a part we see, and not a whole.
And, after all, what is a lie? 'Tis but the truth in a masquerade.
The learned is happy, nature to explore The fool is happy, that he knows no more.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always To be Blest.
To err is human to forgive, divine.
No woman ever hates a man for being in love with her, but many a woman hate a man for being a friend to her.
Wit is the lowest form of humor.
Many men have been capable of doing a wise thing, more a cunning thing, but very few a generous thing.
Health consists with temperance alone.