Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.
Who lives to Nature, rarely can be poor ; who lives to fancy, never can be rich.
One eye on death, and one full fix'd on heaven.
Who knows if Shakespeare might not have thought less if he had read more?
In youth, what disappointments of our own making: in age, what disappointments from the nature of things.
Ocean into tempest wrought, To waft a feather, or to drown a fly.