Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.

Successful crimes alone are justified.

The first is the law, the last prerogative.

Time glides with undiscover'd haste; The future but a length behind the past.

An horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.

A lively faith will bear aloft the mind, and leave the luggage of good works behind.

Sweet is pleasure after pain.