None think the great unhappy, but the great.
We are not all great because we are inspired, but we feel great because we are.
Tomorrow is the day when idlers work, and fools reform and mortal men lay hold on heaven.
Prayer ardent opens heaven.
O let me be undone the common way, And have the common comfort to be pity'd, And not be ruin'd in the mask of bliss, And so be envy'd, and be wretched too!
Wonder is involuntary praise.