England a fortune-telling host, As num'rous as the stars, could boast; Matrons, who toss the cup, and see The grounds of Fate in grounds of tea.

Who often, but without success, have prayed for apt Alliteration's artful aid.

Genius is of no country.

Nature listening stood, whilst Shakespeare play'd And wonder'd at the work herself had made.

When satire flies abroad on falsehood's wing, Short is her life, and impotent her sting; But when to truth allied, the wound she gives Sinks deep, and to remotest ages lives.

The surest way to health, say what they will, Is never to suppose we shall be ill; Most of the ills which we poor mortals know From doctors and imagination flow.

Weak is that throne, and in itself unsound, Which takes not solid virtue for its ground.

A joke's a very serious thing.

No tribute is laid on castles in the air.

The rigid saint, by whom no mercy's shown To saints whose lives are better than his own.

With that malignant envy which turns pale, And sickens, even if a friend prevail.

Falling in love is painful on the knees.

Let us all practice the power of love to win the peace.

It is the fate of every truth to be an object of ridicule when it is first acclaimed.

We all know scientists who in private life do not come up to the standard of truthfulness, but who, nevertheless, would not consciously falsify the results of their researches

It is still open to question whether psychology is a natural science, or whether it can be regarded as a science at all.

All you can hold in your cold dead hand is what you have given away.

The recycling of resource by the aggregate behavior of a diverse array of agents is much more than the sum of the individual actions.

I love swimming, swimming's my passion and I hope I swim until the last day of my life, so I really, really do enjoy swimming, but swimming for me is simply a way of carrying a message.

avarice breeds envy, a worm that is always gnawing, letting the avaricious enjoy neither their own nor anyone else's good.