A wit with dunces, and a dunce with wits.
All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.
In every friend we lose a part of ourselves and the best part.
To err is human.
Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.
At ev'ry word a reputation dies.