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“The man who consecrates his hours by vigorous effort, and an honest aim, at once he draws the sting of life and Death; he walks with nature; and her paths are peace.”

“Procrastination is the thief of time; year after year it steals, till all are fled, and to the mercies of a moment leaves the vast concerns of an eternal state. At thirty, man suspects himself a fool; knows it at forty, and reforms his plan; at fifty chides his infamous delay, pushes his prudent purpose to resolve; in all the magnanimity of thought, resolves, and re-resolves, then dies the same.”

“How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, how complicate, how wonderful is man! Distinguished link in being's endless chain! Midway from nothing to the Deity! Dim miniature of greatness absolute! An heir of glory! A frail child of dust! Helpless immortal! Insect infinite! A worm! A God!”

“A Christian is the highest style of man.”

“Man makes a death which Nature never made. And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one.”

“Unlearned men of books assume the care, As eunuchs are the guardians of the fair.”

“The man that makes a character, makes foes.”

“A man I knew who lived upon a smile, And well it fed him; he look'd plump and fair, While rankest venom foam'd through every vein.”

“When men once reach their autumn, sickly joys fall off apace, as yellow leaves from trees”

“Fond man! the vision of a moment made! Dream of a dream! and shadow of a shade!”

“Man wants but little, nor that little long; How soon must he resign his very dust, Which frugal nature lent him for an hour!”

“The spider's most attenuated thread Is cord, is cable, to man's tender tie On earthly bliss; it breaks at every breeze.”

“The bell strikes One. We take no note of time But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours.”

“This vast and solid earth, that blazing sun, Those skies, thro' which it rolls, must all have end. What then is man? The smallest part of nothing.”

“Men are but men; we did not make ourselves.”