Occupation: Poet Birth: July 3, 1683 Death: April 5, 1765
As soon as we have found the key of life, it opens the gates of death..
The man who consecrates his hours by vigorous effort, and an honest aim, at once he draws the sting of life and Death; he walks with nature; and her ….
By night an atheist half-believes in God..
And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?.
Day buries day; month, month; and year the year: Our life is but a chain of many deaths..
At thirty, man suspects himself a fool; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan..
A foe to God ne'er was true friend to man, Some sinister intent taints all he does..
Leisure is pain; take off our chariot wheels; how heavily we drag the load of life!.
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 ete….
How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, how complicate, how wonderful is man! Distinguished link in being's endless chain! Midway from nothing to….
In an active life is sown the seed of wisdom; but he who reflects not, never reaps; has no harvest from it, but carries the burden of age without the….
We are not all great because we are inspired, but we feel great because we are..
Who lives to Nature, rarely can be poor ; who lives to fancy, never can be rich..
We are all born originals - why is it so many of us die copies?.
How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!... Midway from nothing to the Deity!.
Born Originals, how comes it to pass that we die Copies?.
The future... seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done.
Be wise with speed; a fool at forty is a fool indeed..
The course of Nature is the art of God.
Man makes a death which Nature never made. And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one..
Where boasting ends, there dignity begins..