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

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

If we did but know how little some enjoy of the great things that they possess, there would not be much envy in the world.

Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile.

By all means use some time to be alone.

Wouldst thou be famed? have those high acts in view, Brave men would act though scandal would ensue.

Fame is the shade of immortality, And in itself a shadow. Soon as caught, Contemn'd; it shrinks to nothing in the grasp.