A great source of calamity lies in regret and anticipation; therefore a person is wise who thinks of the present alone, regardless of the past or future.

The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form.

Ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no lies.

Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine!

And e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy, The heart distrusting asks if this be joy.

There is probably no country so barbarous that would not disclose all it knew, if it received equivalent information; and I am apt to think that a person who was ready to give more knowledge than he received would be welcome wherever he came.

Even children follow'd with endearing wile, And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's smile.