Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
The vanity of human life is like a river, constantly passing away, and yet constantly coming on.
The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.
We think our fathers fools, so wise we grow. Our wiser sons, no doubt will think us so.
Hope springs eternal within the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest.
Consult the genius of the place in all.
Light quirks of music, broken and uneven, Make the soul dance upon a jig of heaven.
True ease in writing comes from Art, not Chance, As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.
Nature and Nature's laws lay hid in night: God said, "Let Newton be!" and all was light.
How vast a memory has Love!
Die of a rose in aromatic pain.
All gardening is landscape painting.
And if I lose thy love, I lose my all.
Whatever is, is right.