We live not to ourselves, our work is life.
O, there is naught on earth worth being known but God and our own souls!
The ground of all great thoughts is sadness.
Remember that thy heart will shed its pleasures as thine eye its tears, and both leave loathsome furrows.
Man is a military animal, glories in gunpowder, and loves parade.
Blessings star forth forever; but a curse is like a cloud, it passes.