Procrastination is the thief of time; year after year it steals, till all are fled, and to the mercies of a moment leaves the vast concerns of an eternal state. At thirty, man suspects himself a fool; knows it at forty, and reforms his plan; at fifty chides his infamous delay, pushes his prudent purpose to resolve; in all the magnanimity of thought, resolves, and re-resolves, then dies the same.

Men before you have quit smoking - you can too!

An undevout astronomer is mad.

The love of praise, howe'er conceal'd by art, Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart.

Ambition! powerful source of good and ill!

Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.

Revere thyself, and yet thyself despise