Where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
Thomas Gray
Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms.
Alas, regardless of their doom, the little victims play! No sense have they of ills to come, nor care beyond today.
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
Commerce changes the fate and genius of nations.
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune, he had not the method of making a fortune.
I shall be but a shrimp of an author.
He gave to misery (all he had) a tear.
'Tis folly to be wise.
If the best man's faults were written on his forehead, he would draw his hat over his eyes.
Visions of glory, spare my aching sight.
And weep the more, because I weep in vain.