We turn to dust, and all our mightiest works die too.

God moves in mysterious ways His wonders to performs

No man can be a patriot on an empty stomach.

Knowledge, a rude unprofitable mass, the mere materials with which wisdom builds, till smoothed and squared and fitted to its place, does but encumber whom it seems to enrich. Knowledge is proud that he has learned so much; wisdom is humble that he knows no more.

To trace in Nature's most minute design The signature and stamp of power divine. ... The Invisible in things scarce seen revealed, To whom an atom is an ample field.

The earth was made so various, that the mind Of desultory man, studious of change, And pleased with novelty, might be indulged.

All truth is precious, if not all divine; and what dilates the powers must needs refine.