I never thrust my nose into other men's porridge. It is no bread and butter of mine; every man for himself, and God for us all.

There is a time for some things, and a time for all things; a time for great things, and a time for small things.

Though Gods attributes are equal, yet his mercy is more attractive and pleasing in our eyes than his justice.

Tis the only comfort of the miserable to have partners in their woes.

He who sings frightens away his ills.

There is no remembrance which time does not obliterate, nor pain which death does not terminate.

My thoughts ran a wool-gathering.