Those move easiest who have learn’d to dance.
Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour, content to dwell in decencies for ever.
For Forms of Government let fools contest; whatever is best administered is best.
Pride is still aiming at the best houses: Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell; aspiring to be angels men rebel.
Know then this truth, enough for man to know virtue alone is happiness below.
In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold; Alike fantastic, if too new, or old: Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
The way of the Creative works through change and transformation, so that each thing receives its true nature and destiny and comes into permanent accord with the Great Harmony: this is what furthers and what perseveres.
Man never thinks himself happy, but when he enjoys those things which others want or desire.
Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.
Gentle dullness ever loves a joke.