Procrastination is the thief of time.
Edward Young
Too low they build, who build beneath the stars.
Friendship's the wine of life: but friendship new... is neither strong nor pure.
Be wise with speed; a fool at forty is a fool indeed.
By night an atheist half believes in a God.
Read nature; nature is a friend to truth.
How blessings brighten as they take their flight.
The weak have remedies, the wise have joys; superior wisdom is superior bliss.
A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.
All men think all men mortal, but themselves.
None think the great unhappy, but the great.
Our birth is nothing but our death begun, As tapers waste the moment they take fire.
A God all mercy is a God unjust.
The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.
Tomorrow is the day when idlers work, and fools reform.
Much learning shows how little mortals know; much wealth, how little wordlings enjoy.
The future... seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done.
Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote, And think they grow immortal as they quote.
By all means use some time to be alone.
Tomorrow is a satire on today, And shows its weakness.
The man that blushes is not quite a brute.
Revere thyself, and yet thyself despise.
All men think that all men are mortal but themselves.
Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.
A Christian is the highest style of man.
An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.
A man of pleasure is a man of pains.
Wise it is to comprehend the whole.
Less base the fear of death than fear of life.
Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority.
Wonder is involuntary praise.
Still seems it strange, that thou shouldst live forever? Is it less strange, that thou shouldst live at all? This is a miracle; and that no more.
The purpose firm is equal to the deed.
They only babble who practise not reflection.
The man that makes a character, makes foes.
The course of Nature is the art of God.
Wishing of all employments is the worst.
The house of laughter makes a house of woe.
A friend is worth all hazards we can run.
There is something about poetry beyond prose logic, there is mystery in it, not to be explained but admired.
Truth never was indebted to a lie.
Virtue alone has majesty in death.
One to destroy, is murder by the law; and gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe; to murder thousands, takes a specious name, 'War's glorious art', and gives immortal fame.
The maid that loves goes out to sea upon a shattered plank, and puts her trust in miracles for safety.
