A land of levity is a land of guilt.

I suffer from Irish-Catholic guilt. Guilt is a good reality check. It keeps that 'do what makes you happy' thing in check.

Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.

Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote, And think they grow immortal as they quote.

For her own breakfast she'll project a scheme,
Nor take her tea without a strategem.

Reason is progressive; instinct is complete; swift instinct leaps; slow reason feebly climbs.