All the things I used to like - cookies, ice cream, gumbo - I don't like anymore.
When our souls shall leave this dwelling, the glory of one fair and virtuous action is above all the 'scutcheons on our tomb, or silken banners over us.
Only the actions of the just, Smell sweet and blossom in their dust.
The honour is overpaid,When he that did the act is commentator.
There is no armour against fate.
Knaves will thrive when honest plainness knows not how to live.
Hark, how chimes the passing bell! There's no music to a knell; All the other sounds we hear, Flatter, and but cheat our ear. This doth put us still in mind That our flesh must be resigned, And, a general silence made, The world be muffled in a shade.
Ill vessels seldome miscarry.
So be kind, and be grateful that God is kind. It is a happy way to live.
You always want what you can’t have.
Religion is too important a matter to its devotees to be a subject of ridicule. If they indulge in absurdities, they are to be pitied rather than ridiculed.