The time will come when every change shall cease, This quick revolving wheel shall rest in peace: No summer then shall glow, not winter freeze; Nothing shall be to come, and nothing past, But an eternal now shall ever last.

Those spacious regions where our fancies roam, Pain'd by the past, expecting ills to come, In some dread moment. by the fates assign'd, Shall pass away, nor leave a rack behind; And Time's revolving wheels shall lose at last The speed that spins the future and the past: And, sovereign of an undisputed throne, Awful eternity shall reign alone.

Rarely do great beauty and great virtue dwell together

True, we love life, not because we are used to living, but because we are used to loving. There is always some madness in love, but there is also some reason in madness.

Books have led some to learning and others to madness

All pleasure in the world is a passing dream.