Ingenious to their ruin, every age improves the art and instruments of rage.

The lark that shuns on lofty boughs to build, Her humble nest, lies silent in the field.

Tea does our fancy aid, Repress those vapours which the head invade And keeps that palace of the soul serene.

Vexed sailors cursed the rain, for which poor shepherds prayed in vain.

Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, And every conqueror creates a muse.

The rising sun complies with our weak sight, First gilds the clouds, then shows his globe of light At such a distance from our eyes, as though He knew what harm his hasty beams would do.

Could we forbear dispute, and practise love, We should agree as angels do above.

Stronger by weakness, wiser men become.

To love is to believe, to hope, to know; 'Tis an essay, a taste of Heaven below!

All things but one you can restore; the heart you get returns no more.

Poets lose half the praise they should have got, Could it be known what they discreetly blot.

Why is there always this twitchiness, when you introduce a man to a woman friend, about whether the man will be bored or put off?

Sometimes being indifferent solves everything.

Everybody should believe in something I believe I'll have another drink.

Only through art can we emerge from ourselves and know what another person sees.

One runs the risk of weeping a little, if one lets himself be tamed.

If passion drives you, let reason hold the reins.

When trying to teach someone a boundary, they learn less from the enforcement of the boundary and more from the way the boundary was established.

Taking photographs is not something that happens only in a moment I press the button. It is a full-time occupation. For me there is difference between leisure and work.

If we have no idea why a statement is true, we can still prove it by induction.

We are rich only through what we give, and poor only through what we refuse.