The Time Never Lies Heavy Upon Him;

All Of Heaven We Have Below.

Mere Bashfulness Without Merit Is Awkwardness.

An Evil Intention Perverts The Best Actions, And Makes Them Sins.

All Well-regulated Families Set Apart An Hour Every Morning For Tea And Bread And Butter

When I Read The Epitaphs Of The Beautiful, Every Inordinate Desire Goes Out; When I Meet With The Grief Of Parents Upon A Tombstone, My Heart Melts With Compassion; When I See The Tomb Of The Parents Themselves, I Consider The Vanity Of Grieving For Those Whom We Must Quickly Follow: When I See Kings Lying By Those Who Deposed Them, When I Consider Rival Wits Placed Side By Side, Or The Holy Men That Divided The World With Their Contests And Disputes, I Reflect With Sorrow And Astonishment On The Little Competitions, Factions, And Debates Of Mankind.