Tomorrow! It is a period nowhere to be found in all the registers of time, unless, perchance, in the fool’s calendar.
Light, whether it be material or moral, is the best reformer; for it prevents those disorders which other remedies sometimes cure, but sometimes confirm.
Love is an alchemist that can transmute poison into food.
Love, like the cold bath, is never negative, it seldom leaves us where it finds us; if once we plunge into it, it will either heighten our virtues, or inflame our vices.
So long as lust, whether of the world or flesh, smells sweet in our nostrils, so long we are loathsome to God.
He that gives a portion of his time and talent to the investigation of mathematical truth, will come to all other questions with a decided advantage over his opponents.
We injure mysteries, which are matters of faith by any attempt at explanation in order to make them matters of reason.
Were the life of man prolonged, he would become such a proficient in villainy, that it would become necessary again to drown or to burn the world. Earth would become an hell; for future rewards when put off to a great distance, would cease to encourage, and future punishments to alarm.
Death is the only sovereign whom no partiality can warp, and no price corrupt.
There are two things that bestow consequence; great possession, or great debts.
Of two evils, it is perhaps less injurious to society, that good doctrine should be accompanied by a bad life, than that a good life should lend its support to a bad doctrine.
Envy is the coward side of Hate, And all her ways are bleak and desolate.
Adroit observers will find that some who affect to dislike flattery, may yet be flattered indirectly, by a well seasoned abuse and ridicule of their rivals.
Fortune has been considered the guardian divinity of fools; and, on this score, she has been accused of blindness; but it should rather be adduced as a proof of her sagacity, when she helps those who cannot help themselves.
If kings would only determine not to extend their dominions until they had filled them with happiness, they would find the smallest territories too large, but the longest life too short for the full accomplishment of so grand and so noble an ambition.
Much too oft we make life gloomy – When happy we might be, If we gathered more of sunshine, And not dark shadows see.
Hope is a prodigal young heir, and Experience is his banker; but his drafts are seldom honoured, since there is often a heavy balance against him, because he draws largely on a small capital, is not yet in possession, and if he were, would die.
Nobility is a river that sets with a constant and undeviating current, directly into the great Pacific Ocean of Time; but, unlike all other rivers, it is more grand at its source, than at its termination.
Men spend their lives in anticipations, – in determining to be vastly happy at some period when they have time. But the present time has one advantage over every other – it is our own. Past opportunities are gone, future have not come. We may lay in a stock of pleasures, as we would lay in a stock of wine; but if we defer the tasting of them too long, we shall find that both are soured by age.
He that will only believe what he can fully comprehend must either have a very long head, or a very short creed.
With books, as with companions, it is of more consequence to know which to avoid, than which to choose; for good books are as scarce as good companions.