Nothing in Nature, much less conscious being, Was e'er created solely for itself.

By night an atheist half-believes in God.

A man I knew who lived upon a smile, And well it fed him; he look'd plump and fair, While rankest venom foam'd through every vein.

Men before you have quit smoking - you can too!

How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!... Midway from nothing to the Deity!

Men should press forward, in fame's glorious chase; Nobles look backward, and so lose the race.

Midway from Nothing to the Deity!