I strove with none, for none was worth my strife.Nature I loved and, next to Nature, Art:I warm'd both hands before the fire of life;It sinks, and I am ready to depart.
Poetry, Death
No truer word, save God's, was ever spoken,Than that the largest heart is soonest broken.
Poetry
What is reading but silent conversation.
Books, Reading, Introspection
Many laws as certainly make bad men, as bad men make many laws.
Politics
Cats, like men, are flatterers.
Men, Cats, Flattery