The weak have remedies, the wise have joys; superior wisdom is superior bliss.
They only babble who practise not reflection
Inhumanity is caught from man, From smiling man.
What is a miracle?--'Tis a reproach, 'Tis an implicit satire on mankind; And while it satisfies, it censures too.
Tomorrow is the day when idlers work, and fools reform and mortal men lay hold on heaven.
Life's cares are comforts; such by Heav'n design'd; He that hath none must make them, or be wretched.