Mine is the night, with all her stars.
The future... seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done
Be wise with speed; a fool at forty is a fool indeed.
Who gives an empire, by the gift defeats All end of giving; and procures contempt Instead of gratitude.
A man of pleasure is a man of pains.
One eye on death, and one full fix'd on heaven.