Heaven know its time; the bullet has its billet
Each age has deemed the new-born year the fittest time for festal cheer.
For he that does good, having the unlimited power to do evil, deserves praise not only for the good which he performs, but for the evil which he forbears.
Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.
If a farmer fills his barn with grain, he gets mice. If he leaves it empty, he gets actors.
When true friends meet in adverse hour; 'Tis like a sunbeam through a shower. A watery way an instant seen, The darkly closing clouds between.