We are too prone to find fault; let us look for some of the perfections.

Futurity is impregnable to mortal ken: no prayer pierces through heaven's adamantine walls. Whether the birds fly right or left, whatever be the aspect of the stars, the book of nature is a maze, dreams are a lie, and every sign a falsehood.

Foster the beautiful, and every hour thou tallest new flowers to birth.

This is the curse of an evil deed, that it incites and must bring forth more evil.

Fear of death is worse than dying.

Every great mind seeks to labor for eternity. All men are captivated by immediate advantages; great minds alone are excited by the prospect of distant good.

Be true, and thou shalt fetter time with everlasting chain.