Great Throughts Treasury

"Live mindful of death."

"Unhappy he who does his work adjourn, and to to-morrow would the search delay: his lazy morrow ill be like to-day."

"He conquers who endures."

"Out of nothing can come, and nothing can become nothing."

"We consume our tomorrows fretting about our yesterdays."

"Oh, what a void there is in things."

"To-morrow is the day when idlers work, and fools reform, and mortal men lay hold on heaven."

"Is any man free except the one who can pass his life as he pleases?"

"Please not thyself the flattering crowd to hear; ’Tis fulsome stuff, to please thy itching ear. Survey thy soul, not what thou does appear, But what thou art."

"Oh, the cares of men! how much emptiness there is in human concerns!"

"Indulge, and to thy genius freely give, for not to live at ease is not to live."

"Check disease in its approach."

"Live according to your income."

"Don?t consult anyone?s opinions but your own."

"But when to-morrow comes, yesterday's morrow will have been already spent: and lo! a fresh morrow will be forever making away with our years, each just beyond our grasp."

"Confined to common life thy numbers flow, And neither soar too high nor sink too low; There strength and ease in graceful union meet, Though polished, subtle, and though poignant, sweet; Yet powerful to abash the form of crime. And crimson error's cheek with sportive rhyme."

"And don't consult anyone's opinions but your own."

"Each man has his fancy."

"Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son."

"Fit to give weight to smoke."

"Each man has his own desires; all do not possess the same inclinations."

"For Yesterday was once To-morrow."

"His bloated paunch stands forth projecting a good eighteen inches."

"I know you even under the skin."

"Hunger is the teacher of the arts and the bestower of invention."

"How much folly there is in human affairs."

"He attempts to use language which he does not know."

"It is pleasing to be pointed at with the finger and to have it said, ?There goes the man.?"

"It is a pleasant thing to be pointed at with the finger, and to hear it said, "That is he.""

"In all her charms, set Virtue in their eye, and let them see their loss, despair, and?die!"

"Is then thy knowledge of no value, unless another know that thou possessest that knowledge?"

"Is all your knowledge to go so utterly for nothing unless other people know that you possess it?"

"May everything he treads upon become a rose!"

"Live with yourself: get to know how poorly furnished you are."

"Let them recognize virtue and rot for having lost it."

"Let them (the wicked) see the beauty of virtue, and pine at having forsaken her."

"Lives there the man with soul so dead as to disown the wish to merit the people's applause, and having uttered words worthy to be kept in cedar oil to latest times, to leave behind him rhymes that dread neither herrings nor frankincense."

"Nothing can be born of nothing, nothing can be resolved into nothing."

"None, none descends into himself, to find the secret imperfections of his mind."

"Now o'er his tomb and happy ashes will not violets spring?"

"O but it is a fine thing to have a finger pointed at one, and to hear people say, "That's the man!""

"O natal star, thou producest twins of widely different character."

"Our life is our own to-day, to-morrow you will be dust, a shade, and a tale that is told. Live mindful of death; the hour flies."

"Please not thyself the flattering crowd to hear; ?tis fulsome stuff, to please thy itching ear. Survey thy soul, not what thou does appear, but what thou art."

"Ostensibly polite, you nourish the cunning of the fox in the hollowness of your heart."

"Prevent the illness, before it started"

"Retire within thyself, and thou will discover how small a stock is there."

"She knows her man, and when you rant and swear, can draw you to her with a single hair."

"Snuffling through his nose some stale joke."

"That master of arts, that dispenser of genius, the Belly."