Greatly begin. Though thou have time, but for a line, be that sublime. Not failure, but low aim is crime.

I tell ye wut, my judgment is you're pooty sure to fail, Ez long 'z the head keeps turnin' back for counsel to the the tail.

And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.

No man, I suspect, ever lived long in the country without being bitten by these meteorological ambitions. He likes to be hotter and colder, to have been more deeply snowed up, to have more trees and larger blown down than his neighbors.

A great part of human suffering has its root in the nature of man, and not in that of his institutions.

Whom the heart of man shuts out, Sometimes the heart of God takes in, And fences them all round about With silence mid the worlds loud din.

Idleness induces caprice.