Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame. - Alexander Pope

What then remains, but well our power to use,
And keep good humour still whate’er we lose?
And trust me, dear, good humour can prevail,
When airs, and flights, and screams, and scolding fail.
Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll;
Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul

"One all-extending soul connects each being, greatest with the least; made beast in aid of man, and man in aid of beast; All served, all serving; nothing stands alone; the chain holds on, and where it ends, unknown".

Our judgments, like our watches, none
go just alike, yet each believes his own