We are not all great because we are inspired, but we feel great because we are.

A land of levity is a land of guilt.

And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?

We see time's furrows on another's brow, And death intrench'd, preparing his assault; How few themselves in that just mirror see!

The man who consecrates his hours by vigorous effort, and an honest aim, at once he draws the sting of life and Death; he walks with nature; and her paths are peace.

Old men love novelties; the last arriv'd Still pleases best; the youngest steals their smiles.

Affliction is a good man's shining time.