None think the great unhappy, but the great.
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.
Procrastination is the thief of time: Year after year it steals, till all are fled, and to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Some, for renown, on scraps of learning dote, and think they grow immortal as they quote.
Be wise with speed; a fool at forty is a fool indeed.
To leave a sting within a brother's heart.
By night an atheist half believes in God.
Our birth is nothing but our death begun.
The man that blushes is not quite a brute.
The man that makes a character, makes foes.
Virtue alone has majesty in death.