Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
Category Archive: Thomas Gray
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Alas, regardless of their doom, the little victims play! No sense have they of ills to come, nor care beyond today.
Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms.
Commerce changes the fate and genius of nations.
If the best man’s faults were written on his forehead, he would draw his hat over his eyes.
‘Tis folly to be wise.
He gave to misery (all he had) a tear.
Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune, he had not the method of making a fortune.
And weep the more, because I weep in vain.