How blessings brighten as they take their flight.
A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.
A friend is worth all hazards we can run.
There is something about poetry beyond prose logic, there is mystery in it, not to be explained but admired.
Wishing of all employments is the worst.
All men think that all men are mortal but themselves.
Too low they build, who build beneath the stars.
A man of pleasure is a man of pains.
Procrastination is the thief of time.
The house of laughter makes a house of woe.