O life! An age to the miserable, a moment to the happy.
I will never be an old man. To me, old age is always 15 years older than I am.
The pencil of the Holy Ghost hath labored more in describing the afflictions of Job than the felicities of Solomon.
Some paint comes across directly onto the nervous system and other paint tells you the story in a long diatribe through the brain.
Praise is the reflection of virtue.
It is madness and a contradiction to expect that things which were never yet performed should be effected, except by means hitherto untried.