The Ruling Passion, Be It What It

A Work Of Art That Contains Theories Is Like An Object On Which The Price Tag Has Been Left.

Old Men, For The Most Part, Are Like Old Chronicles That Give You Dull But True Accounts Of Times Past, And Are Worth Knowing Only On That Score.

Our Proper Bliss Depends On What We Blame.

Lend, Lend Your Wings! I Mount! I Fly! O Grave! Where Is Thy Victory? O Death! Where Is Thy Sting?

Sole Judge Of Truth, In Endless Error Hurled: / The Glory, Jest, And Riddle Of The World!