In youth, what disappointments of our own making: in age, what disappointments from the nature of things.
Born Originals, how comes it to pass that we die Copies?
The first sure symptom of a mind in health Is rest of heart and pleasure felt at home.
Think naught a trifle, though it small appear; Small stands the mountain, moments make the year, and trifles life.
We are all born originals – why is it so many of us die copies?
By all means use some time to be alone.
Amid my list of blessings infinite, stands this the foremost, “that my heart has bled.”
As soon as we have found the key of life, it opens the gates of death.
A Christian is the highest style of man.
Titles are marks of honest men, and wise; The fool or knave that wears a title lies.
Wonder is involuntary praise.
Age should fly concourse, cover in retreat defects of judgment, and the will subdue; walk thoughtful on the silent, solemn shore of that vast ocean it must sail so soon.
Time destroyed Is suicide, where more than blood is spilt.
By night an atheist half-believes in God.
Friendship’s the wine of life.
The house of laughter makes a house of woe.
The person of wisdom is the person of years.
And all may do what has by man been done.
The weak have remedies, the wise have joys; superior wisdom is superior bliss.
Angels are men of a superior kind; Angels are men in lighter habit clad.