The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
A favorite has no friend!
Where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune, he had not the method of making a fortune.
Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms.
Thought would destroy their paradise.
Alas! regardless of their doom, the little victims play! No sense have they of ills to come nor care beyond today.
Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, the rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Commerce changes the fate and genius of nations.