There are multitudes whose life is nothing but a continuous lottery; who are always within a few months of plenty and happiness, and how often soever they are mocked with blanks, expect a prize from the next adventure

The scientific consensus is that the end of continuous ice in the summer months is within the human horizon — 50 years, 70 years, 30 years. In recorded history, we've never had that, so this is a new era. It will have enormous consequences.

There is, indeed, nothing that so much seduces reason from vigilance, as the thought of passing life with an amiable woman.

Nothing is little to him that feels it with great sensibility.

Nothing is more hopeless than a scheme of merriment

Life is a lottery that we’ve already won. But most people have not cashed in their tickets.