The future... seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done.
Friendship is the wine of life.
Our birth is nothing but our death begun, As tapers waste the moment they take fire.
By night an atheist half believes in God.
Virtue alone has majesty in death.
Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority.
The first sure symptom of a mind in health Is rest of heart and pleasure felt at home.
One to destroy, is murder by the law and gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe to murder thousands, takes a specious name, 'War's glorious art', and gives immortal fame.
Tomorrow is a satire on today And shows its weakness.
The weak have remedies, the wise have joys superior wisdom is superior bliss.
Much learning shows how little mortals know much wealth, how little wordings enjoy.
For me happiness came from prayer to a kindly God faith in a kindly God love for my fellow man and doing the very best I could every day of my life. I had looked for happiness in fast living but...