Pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed.
Good Lord, what is man! for as simple he looks, Do but try to develop his books and his crooks, With his depths and his shallows, his good and his evil, All in all, he's a problem must puzzle the devil.
Suspense is worst than disappointment.
There is no such uncertainty as a sure thing.
Now's the day and now's the hour.
Prudent, cautious self-control is wisdom's root.