We are not all great because we are inspired, but we feel great because we are.
At thirty, man suspects himself a fool; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan.
But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.
Like our shadows, our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.
Affliction is a good man’s shining time.
None think the great unhappy, but the great.
Each moment has its sickle, emulous Of Time’s enormous scythe, whose ample sweep Strikes empires from the root.
Read nature; nature is a friend to truth.
Mine is the night, with all her stars.
It is great and manly to disdain disguise; it shows our spirit and proves our strength.
What ardently we wish, we soon believe.
They only babble who practise not reflection.
Revere thyself, and yet thyself despise.
Truth never was indebted to a lie.
The purpose firm is equal to the deed.
Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.
He sins against this life, who slights the next.
A man of pleasure is a man of pains.
The chamber where the good man meets his fate Is privileg’d beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.
Be wise to-day; ’t is madness to defer.