On the soft bed of luxury most kingdoms have expired.
Friendship is the wine of life: but friendship new... is neither strong nor pure
Like our shadows, Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.
'Tis impious in a good man to be sad.
The future... seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done.
A land of levity is a land of guilt.
Let no man trust the first false step of guilt; it hangs upon a precipice, whose steep descent in last perdition ends.
Where, where for shelter shall the guilty fly, When consternation turns the good man pale?
On the soft bed of luxury, most kingdoms have expired.
The man who builds, and lacks where with to pay, provides a home from which to run away.
Think naught a trifle, though it small appear; sands make the mountain, moments make the year, and trifles, life. Your care to trifles give, else you may die ere you have learned to live.
By night, an atheist half believes in God.
Mine is the night, with all her stars.
Souls made of fire and children of the sun,With whom Revenge is virtue.
Procrastination is the thief of time: Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene