Time Rolls His Ceaseless Course.

In Prosperous Times I Have Sometimes Felt My Fancy And Powers Of Language Flag, But Adversity Is To Me At Least A Tonic And Bracer.

Hurry No Man's Cattle; You May Come To Own A Donkey Yourself

He That Would Soothe Sorrow Must Not Argue On The Vanity Of The Most Deceitful Hopes.

Those Who Are Too Idle To Read, Save For The Purpose Of Amusement, May In These Works Acquire Some Acquaintance With History, Which, However Inaccurate, Is Better Than None.

We Build Statues Out Of Snow, And Weep To See Them Melt.