An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.
The weak have remedies, the wise have joys; superior wisdom is superior bliss.
Wise it is to comprehend the whole.
Wonder is involuntary praise.
All men think all men mortal, but themselves.
Read nature; nature is a friend to truth.
By night an atheist half believes in a God.
Much learning shows how little mortals know; much wealth, how little wordlings enjoy.
Be wise with speed; a fool at forty is a fool indeed.
Revere thyself, and yet thyself despise.
A man of pleasure is a man of pains.
The house of laughter makes a house of woe.
Truth never was indebted to a lie.
A Christian is the highest style of man.
Friendship's the wine of life but friendship new... Is neither strong nor pure.
By night an atheist half believes in god.
We are all born originals-why is it so many of us die copies.
All men think that all men are mortal but themselves.
The man that blushes is not quite a brute.
Tomorrow is the day when idlers work, and fools reform.
A friend is worth all hazards we can run.
By all means use some time to be alone.
Virtue alone has majesty in death.
The future... Seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done.
Much learning shows how little mortals know much wealth, how little wordings enjoy.
Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.
There is something about poetry beyond prose logic, there is mystery in it, not to be explained but admired.
