Praise, more divine than prayer; prayer points our ready path to heaven; praise is already there.

An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.

What is a miracle?--'Tis a reproach, 'Tis an implicit satire on mankind; And while it satisfies, it censures too.

Be wise today; 'tis madness to defer. Next day the fatal precedent will plead; thus on, til wisdom is pushed our of life.

The future... seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done

A death-bed's a detector of the heart.

Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.