Poetry Is The Art Of Uniting Pleasure

I Inherited A Vile Melancholy From My Father, Which Has Made Me Mad All My Life, At Least Not Sober.

Life Will Not Bear Refinement. You Must Do As Other People Do.

Poetry Cannot Be Translated; And, Therefore, It Is The Poets That Preserve The Languages; For We Would Not Be At The Trouble To Learn A Language If We Could Have All That Is Written In It Just As Well In A Translation. But As The Beauties Of Poetry Cannot Be Preserved In Any Language Except That In Which It Was Originally Written, We Learn The Language.

Without Frugality None Can Be Rich, And With It Very Few Would Be Poor.

Allegories Drawn To Great Length Will Always Break.