It is found easier, by the short-sighted victims of disease, to palliate their torments by medicine, than to prevent them by regimen

February... Bending from Heaven, in azure mirth, It kissed the forehead of the Earth, And smiled upon the silent sea, And bade the frozen streams be free, And waked to music all their fountains, And breathed upon the frozen mountains.

There is no real wealth but the labour of man.

Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.

The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.

Their errors have been weighed and found to have been dust in the balance; if their sins were as scarlet, they are now white as snow: they have been washed in the blood of the mediator and the redeemer, Time.

Those who inflict must suffer, for they see The work of their own hearts, and this must be Our chastisement or recompense.