Stolen kisses are always sweetest

Jenny kiss'd me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in! Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have miss'd me, Say I'm growing old, but add, Jenny kiss'd m

Whenever evil befalls us, we ought to ask ourselves, after the first suffering, how we can turn it into good. So shall we take occasion, from one bitter root, to raise perhaps many flowers.

The person who can be only serious or only cheerful, is but half a man.

It is books that teach us to refine our pleasures when young, and to recall them with satisfaction when we are old.

Wit is the clash and reconcilement of incongruities, the meeting of extremes around a corner