There is nothing certain in a man's life but that he must lose it.
That's best Which God sends. 'Twas His will: it is mine.
Life is good, but not life in itself.
Unseen hands delay The coming of what oft seems close in ken, And, contrary, the moment, when we say "'Twill never come!" comes on us even then.
There is a pleasure that is born of pain.
Thought alone is eternal.