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