The bell strikes one. We take no note of time But from its loss.

Our birth is nothing but our death begun; As tapers waste, that instant they take fire.

How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, how complicate, how wonderful is man! Distinguished link in being's endless chain! Midway from nothing to the Deity! Dim miniature of greatness absolute! An heir of glory! A frail child of dust! Helpless immortal! Insect infinite! A worm! A God!

Less base the fear of death than fear of life.

None think the great unhappy, but the great.

Pity swells the tide of love.

Praise, more divine than prayer; prayer points our ready path to heaven; praise is already there.