Be wise to-day; 't is madness to defer..

Man makes a death which Nature never made. And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one..

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

At thirty, man suspects himself a fool; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan..

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

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

Where boasting ends, there dignity begins..

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….

By night an atheist half-believes in God..

Born Originals, how comes it to pass that we die Copies?.

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….

Day buries day; month, month; and year the year: Our life is but a chain of many deaths..

We are not all great because we are inspired, but we feel great because we are..

And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?.

Leisure is pain; take off our chariot wheels; how heavily we drag the load of life!.

The course of Nature is the art of God.

Who lives to Nature, rarely can be poor ; who lives to fancy, never can be rich..

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 ….

How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!... Midway from nothing to the Deity!.

As soon as we have found the key of life, it opens the gates of death..

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….