Each man has his fancy.
Learn whom God has ordered you to be, and in what part of human affairs you have been placed.
We consume our tomorrows fretting about our yesterdays.
Oh, what a void there is in things.
Nothing can be born of nothing; nothing can be resolved into nothing.
But when to-morrow comes, yesterday's morrow will have been already spent: and lo! a fresh morrow will be for ever making away with our years, each just beyond our grasp.