Lose the day loitering, 'twill be the same story To-morrow, and the next more dilatory, For indecision brings its own delays, And days are lost lamenting o'er lost days. Are you in earnest? Seize this very minute! What you can do, or think you can, begin it! Only engage, and then the mind grows heated; Begin it, and the work will be completed.

Hypotheses are lullabies for teachers to sing their students to sleep.

My days are as happy as those reserved by God for his elect; and whatever be my fate hereafter, I can never say that I have not tasted joy— the purest joy of life.

Our passions are true phoenixes; as the old burn out the new straight rise up from the ashes.

The flowers are full of honey, but only the bee finds out the sweetness.

If you don't feel it, you'll never achieve it.

What then is your duty? What the day demands.