Other men's crosses are not my crosses.
I count all that part of my life lost which I spent not in communion with God, or in doing good.
O how feeble is man's power, that if good fortune fall, cannot add another hour, nor a lost hour recall!
Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
Our critical day is not the very day of our death; but the whole course of our life.
For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love.