Men are not angels, neither are they brutes.
Make us happy and you make us good.
Lose who may-I still can say, Those who win heaven, blest are they!
The great beacon light God sets in all, the conscience of each bosom.
If all the world is a stage and life is just a play upon it, get me two seats in the stalls.
What's come to perfection perishes. Things learned on earth we shall practice in heaven; Works done least rapidly Art most cherishes.