Ah! what is human life? How, like the dial's tardy-moving shade, Day after day slides from us unperceiv'd! The cunning fugitive is swift by stealth; Too subtle is the movement to be seen; Yet soon the hour is up--and we are gone.

The course of Nature is the art of God

An undevout astronomer is mad.

When men of infamy to grandeur soar, They light a torch to show their shame the more.

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

A strange alternative * * *Must women have a doctor or a dance?

Friendship's the wine of life: but friendship new... is neither strong nor pure.