Those who build beneath the stars build too low.
What ardently we wish we soon believe
Mine is the night, with all her stars.
Born Originals, how comes it to pass that we die Copies?
All men think all men mortal but themselves.
I had looked for happiness in fast living, but it was not there. I tried to find it in money, but it was not there either.
Read nature; nature is a friend to truth.
By all means use some time to be alone.
Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote, And think they grow immortal as they quote.
For her own breakfast she'll project a scheme, Nor take her tea without a strategem.
Too low they build, who build beneath the stars.
At thirty a man suspects himself a fool; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan; At fifty chides his infamous delay, Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve; In all the magnanimity of thought Resolves; and re-resolves; then dies the same.
The first sure symptom of a mind in health Is rest of heart and pleasure felt at home.
A foe to God was never true friend to man
Affliction is a good man's shining time.
Friendship is the wine of life.
Much learning shows how little mortals know; much wealth, how little wordings enjoy.
Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority.
By night an atheist half believes in a God.
A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.
A friend is worth all hazards we can run.
The man that makes a character, makes foes.
All men think that all men are mortal but themselves.
An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.
Tomorrow is a satire on today, And shows its weakness.
Our birth is nothing but our death begun, As tapers waste the moment they take fire.
Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.
Wise it is to comprehend the whole.
How blessings brighten as they take their flight.
The maid that loves goes out to sea upon a shattered plank, and puts her trust in miracles for safety.
A Christian is the highest style of man.
Friendship's the wine of life: but friendship new... is neither strong nor pure.
The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.
Less base the fear of death than fear of life.
All men think all men mortal, but themselves.
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.
Wonder is involuntary praise.
Virtue alone has majesty in death.
The man that blushes is not quite a brute.
None think the great unhappy, but the great.