I am now a man of despair, rejected, abandoned, shut up in this iron cage from which there is no escape.
Breathes there a man, whose judgment clear Can others teach their course to steer, Yet run himself life's mad career Wild as the wave?
But pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flower
Prayer will make a man cease from sin, or sin will entice a man to cease from prayer.
Old truths are always new to us, if they come with the smell of heaven upon them.
At the day of Doom men shall be judged according to their fruits. It will not be said then, did you believe? But, were you doers or talkers only?