That day of wrath, that dreadful day. When heaven and earth shall pass away.
One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name
Time rolls his ceaseless course.
There is a vulgar incredulity, which in historical matters, as well as in those of religion, finds it easier to doubt than to examine.
I cannot tell how the truth may be; I say the tale as it was said to me.
The half hour between waking and rising has all my life proved propitious to any task which was exercising my invention... It was always when I first opened my eyes that the desired ideas thronged upon me.