…yet see how elastic our stiff prejudices grow when once love comes to bend them.
There is all the different in the world between paying and being paid.
I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts.
A man thinks that by mouthing hard words he understands hard things.
All my means are sane, my motive and my object mad.
Be sure of this, O young ambition, all mortal greatness is but disease.
Were I the wind, I’d blow no more on such a wicked, miserable world.