Absence of occupation is not rest; A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed.
The parson knows enough who knows a Duke.
How much a dunce that has been sent to roam, excels a dunce that has been kept at home.
No man can be a patriot on an empty stomach.
No wild enthusiast could rest, till half the world like him was possessed.
An epigram is but a feeble thing - With straw in tail, stuck there by way of sting.
Reasoning at every step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, Whilst meaner things, whom instinct leads, Are rarely known to stray.
Thus happiness depends, as nature shows, less on exterior things than most suppose.
God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.
Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.
The earth was made so various, that the mind Of desultory man, studious of change, And pleased with novelty, might be indulged.
The innocent seldom find an uncomfortable pillow.
Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid.
No one was ever scolded out of their sins.
A self-made man? Yes, and one who worships his creator.
Variety's the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.
Satan trembles when he sees the weakest saint upon their knees.
They whom truth and wisdom lead, can gather honey from a weed.
