How Beautiful, How Buoyant, And Glad Is

What Is Life? A Gulf Of Troubled Waters, Where The Soul, Like A Vexed Bark, Is Tossed Upon The Waves Of Pain And Pleasure By The Wavering Breath Of Passions.

There Is No Existence So Content As That Whose Present Is Engrossed By Employment, And Whose Future Is Filled By Some Strong Hope, The Truth Of Which Is Never Proved. Toil And Illusion Are The Only Secrets To Make Life Tolerable.

Conscience, Like A Child, Is Soon Lulled To Sleep.

I Have No Parting Sigh To Give, So Take My Parting Smile.

It Is Strange What Society Will Endure From Its Idols.