A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.

Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.

The house of laughter makes a house of woe.

The weak have remedies, the wise have joys; superior wisdom is superior bliss.

Still seems it strange, that thou shouldst live forever? Is it less strange, that thou shouldst live at all? This is a miracle; and that no more.

By all means use some time to be alone.

Friendship's the wine of life: but friendship new... is neither strong nor pure.

Less base the fear of death than fear of life.

We bleed, we tremble; we forget, we smile – The mind turns fool, before the cheek is dry.

The purpose firm is equal to the deed.

The maid that loves goes out to sea upon a shattered plank, and puts her trust in miracles for safety.

By night an atheist half believes in a God.

Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote, And think they grow immortal as they quote.

All men think all men mortal, but themselves.

Revere thyself, and yet thyself despise.

An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.

A God all mercy is a God unjust.

How blessings brighten as they take their flight.

Virtue alone has majesty in death.

Truth never was indebted to a lie.

Those who build beneath the stars build too low.

A friend is worth all hazards we can run.

Tomorrow is a satire on today, And shows its weakness.

There is something about poetry beyond prose logic, there is mystery in it, not to be explained but admired.

The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.

A Christian is the highest style of man.

We are all born originals - why is it so many of us die copies.

The man that blushes is not quite a brute.

Our birth is nothing but our death begun, As tapers waste the moment they take fire.

Tomorrow is the day when idlers work, and fools reform.

None think the great unhappy, but the great.

Read nature; nature is a friend to truth.

Be wise with speed; a fool at forty is a fool indeed.

Too low they build, who build beneath the stars.

The man that makes a character, makes foes.

The future... seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done.

Much learning shows how little mortals know; much wealth, how little wordlings enjoy.

Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority.

They only babble who practise not reflection.

One to destroy, is murder by the law; and gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe; to murder thousands, takes a specious name, 'War's glorious art', and gives immortal fame.

Wonder is involuntary praise.

A man of pleasure is a man of pains.

The course of Nature is the art of God.

Wise it is to comprehend the whole.