Be wise with speed; a fool at forty is a fool indeed.

It calls Devotion! genuine growth of night! Devotion! Daughter of Astronomy! An undevout astronomer is mad!

This vast and solid earth, that blazing sun, Those skies, thro' which it rolls, must all have end. What then is man? The smallest part of nothing.

Less base the fear of death than fear of life.

To know the world, not love her, is thy point; She gives but little, nor that little, long.

As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.

A land of levity is a land of guilt.