Faults in the life breed errors in the brain,And these, reciprocally, those again.
Men deal with life as children with their play,Who first misuse, then cast their toys away.
A life all turbulence and noise may seem,To him that leads it, wise and to be praised;But wisdom is a pearl with most successSought in still water, and beneath clear skies.
Oh that those lips had language! Life has passed With me but roughly since I heard thee last
The life of ease is a difficult pursuit.
Our love is principle, and has its root In reason, is judicious, manly, free.
Still ending, and beginning still.
What is it but a map of busy life, Its fluctuations, and its vast concerns?
Men deal with life as children with their play, Who first misuse, then cast their toys away.
Existence is a strange bargain. Life owes us little; we owe it everything. The only true happiness comes from squandering ourselves for a purpose.
Variety's the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.
Knowledge is proud that it knows so much; wisdom is humble that it knows no more.