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.

We first make our habits, and then our habits make us.

Nor is the people's judgment always true: the most may err as grossly as the few.

Be secret and discreet; the fairy favors are lost when not concealed.

Hushed as midnight silence.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun, Is Nature's eye.

But wild Ambition loves to slide, not stand, And Fortune's ice prefers to Virtue's land.