Satire recoils whenever charged too high; round your own fame the fatal splinters fly.

How blessings brighten as they take their flight.

Too low they build who build below the skies.

A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.

Narcissus is the glory of his race: For who does nothing with a better grace?.

How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!... Midway from nothing to the Deity!

Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven.

The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.

Where boasting ends, there dignity begins.

Who lives to Nature, rarely can be poor ; who lives to fancy, never can be rich.

Leisure is pain; take off our chariot wheels; how heavily we drag the load of life!

My only books Were woman's looks,- And folly 's all they 've taught me.

We are a country of laws.

There is no such thing as a baby, there is a baby and someone.

Life is made up of compromises.

We improve ourselves by victories over ourselves. There must be contest, and we must win.

To carry adequate life insurance is a moral obligation incumbent upon the great majority of citizens.

A Dream is where a boy can swim in the deepest oceans and fly over the highest clouds.

We need to increase the transparency of shadow banking markets so that authorities can monitor for signs of excessive leverage and unstable maturity transformation outside regulated banks.

Little moments attach themselves to other little moments and collect into big dreams. We become what we experience.

I came to the flowers; I slept beneath them; this was my leisure.