You may delay, but time will not.

When men and woman die, as poets sung, his heart's the last part moves, her last, the tongue.

One day is worth a thousand tomorrows.

I would advise you to read with a pen in your hand and enter in a little book short hints of what you feel that is common or that may be useful; for this will be the best method of imprinting such portcullis in your memory.

By heaven we understand a state of happiness infinite in degree, and endless in duration.

The way to see by Faith is to shut the Eye of Reason.

If you have time don't wait for time.