Our civilization depends largely on paper.

A short death is the sovereign good hap of human life.

Lust is an enemy to the purse, a foe to the person, a canker to the mind, a corrosive to the conscience, a weakness of the wit, a besotter of the senses, and finally, a mortal bane to all the body.

God has no power over the past except to cover it with oblivion.

Hope is the pillar that holds up the world. Hope is the dream of a waking man.

Let not things, because they are common, enjoy for that the less share of our consideration.

Our civilization depends largely on paper.