On life's vast ocean diversely we sail, Reason the card, but passion is the gale; Nor God alone in the still calm we find, He mounts the storm, and walks upon the wind.

What some call health, if purchased by perpetual anxiety about diet, isn't much better than tedious disease.

Never elated when someone's oppressed, never dejected when another one's blessed.

The lot of man - to suffer and to die.

I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.

What will a child learn sooner than a song?

Passions are the gales of life.