Sorrow is properly that state of the mind in which our desires are fixed upon the past without looking forward to the future.
That fellow seems to me to possess but one idea, and that is a wrong one.
Some desire is necessary to keep life in motion.
If the man who turnips cries, Cry not when his father dies, 'Tis proof that he had rather Have a turnip than his father.
Curiosity is the thirst of the soul.
All envy would be extinguished, if it were universally known that there are none to be envied.