“Long pains, with use of bearing, are half eased.”

Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.

Welcome, thou kind deceiver! Thou best of thieves; who, with an easy key, Dost open life, and, unperceived by us, Even steal us from ourselves.

While I am compassed round With mirth, my soul lies hid in shades of grief, Whence, like the bird of night, with half-shut eyes, She peeps, and sickens at the sight of day.

Virtue is her own reward.

Good sense and good-nature are never separated, though the ignorant world has thought otherwise. Good-nature, by which I mean beneficence and candor, is the product of right reason.

Hushed as midnight silence.

They, who would combat general authority with particular opinion, must first establish themselves a reputation of understanding better than other men.

For those whom God to ruin has design’d, He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.

Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.

If you have lived, take thankfully the past. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last.

Order is the greatest grace.

An hour will come, with pleasure to relate Your sorrows past, as benefits of Fate.

Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.

For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.

Pride – Lord of human kind.

Confidence is the feeling we have before knowing all the facts.

They hit like waves, the memories of those old summer days. Memories you’d have thought to erase, but they crash ashore without haste.

Religions survive mainly because they brainwash the young.

My face carries all of my memories. Why would I erase them?

I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.

It hurts that I was just one page in the book of your life. But what hurts more is knowing you’ll revise that chapter someday, and you’ll erase me completely.

The world may be filled with hate, but keep erasing it now, somehow.

Don’t forget to erase every trace of me from your skin, You wouldn’t want the truth to show.

And that is how time heals, not by erasing but by blurring all the memories.