Books have led some to learning and others to madness

Rarely do great beauty and great virtue dwell together

True, we love life, not because we are used to living, but because we are used to loving. There is always some madness in love, but there is also some reason in madness.

All pleasure in the world is a passing dream.

Who over-refines his argument brings himself to grief

Those spacious regions where our fancies roam, Pain'd by the past, expecting ills to come, In some dread moment. by the fates assign'd, Shall pass away, nor leave a rack behind; And Time's revolving wheels shall lose at last The speed that spins the future and the past: And, sovereign of an undisputed throne, Awful eternity shall reign alone.