Old men love novelties; the last arriv’d Still pleases best; the youngest steals their smiles.
Day buries day; month, month; and year the year: Our life is but a chain of many deaths.
Live now; be damn’d hereafter.
A prince indebted is a fortune made.
Who combats with a brother, wounds himself.
Polite diseases make some idiots vain, Which, if unfortunately well, they feign.
Ah! what is human life? How, like the dial’s tardy-moving shade, Day after day slides from us unperceiv’d! The cunning fugitive is swift by stealth; Too subtle is the movement to be seen; Yet soon the hour is up – and we are gone.
Where boasting ends, there dignity begins.
A death-bed’s a detector of the heart.
How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, how complicate, how wonderful is man! Distinguished link in being’s endless chain! Midway from nothing to the Deity! Dim miniature of greatness absolute! An heir of glory! A frail child of dust! Helpless immortal! Insect infinite! A worm! A God!
Be wise today; ’tis madness to defer. Next day the fatal precedent will plead; thus on, til wisdom is pushed our of life.
Tomorrow is the day when idlers work, and fools reform and mortal men lay hold on heaven.
Virtue alone has majesty in death.
All men think that all men are mortal but themselves.
Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue.
Men before you have quit smoking – you can too!
The man who consecrates his hours by vigorous effort, and an honest aim, at once he draws the sting of life and Death; he walks with nature; and her paths are peace.
Less base the fear of death than fear of life.
If we did but know how little some enjoy of the great things that they possess, there would not be much envy in the world.
A friend is worth all hazards we can run.