A Christian is the highest style of man.
A friend is worth all hazards we can run.
A God all mercy is a God unjust.
A man of pleasure is a man of pains.
A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.
All men think all men mortal, but themselves.
All men think that all men are mortal but themselves.
An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.
Be wise with speed; a fool at forty is a fool indeed.
By all means use some time to be alone.
By night an atheist half believes in a God.
Friendship's the wine of life: but friendship new... is neither strong nor pure.
How blessings brighten as they take their flight.
Less base the fear of death than fear of life.
Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority.
Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.
None think the great unhappy, but the great.
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.
Our birth is nothing but our death begun, As tapers waste the moment they take fire.
Procrastination is the thief of time.
Read nature; nature is a friend to truth.
Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote, And think they grow immortal as they quote.
The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.
The course of Nature is the art of God.
The future... seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done.