Desperate Remorse Swallows The Present In A

Praises Reap Not! Joys Laugh Not! Sorrows Weep Not!

Fun I Love, But Too Much Fun Is Of All Things The Most Loathsome. Mirth Is Better Than Fun, And Happiness Is Better Than Mirth.

Where Others See But The Dawn Coming Over The Hill, I See The Soul Of God Shouting For Joy.

I Am Really Sorry To See My Countrymen Trouble Themselves About Politics. If Men Were Wise, The Most Arbitrary Princes Could Not Hurt Them. If They Are Not Wise, The Freest Government Is Compelled To Be A Tyranny. Princes Appear To Me To Be Fools. Houses Of Commons And Houses Of Lords Appear To Me To Be Fools; They Seem To Me To Be Something Else Besides Human Life.

Nature Has No Outline. Imagination Has.