Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always To be Blest.
The search of our future being is but a needless, anxious, and haste to be knowing, sooner than we can, what, without all this solicitude, we shall know a little later.
Never elated when someone's oppressed, never dejected when another one's blessed.
There is a majesty in simplicity.
Fly, dotard, fly! With thy wise dreams and fables of the sky.
If I am right, Thy grace impart Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, O, teach my heart To find that better way!