I've always been a little skittish about death. On certain days I'm okay with it. On other days it's like, "Really? I have to? No, man, not me. "
One of the Godlike things of this world is the veneration done to human worth by the hearts of men.
Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do that with all thy might and leave the issues calmly to God.
Do the duty which lies nearest to you, the second duty will then become clearer.
Not what you possess but what you do with what you have, determines your true worth.
The devil has his elect.
Blessed is he who has found his work; let him ask no other blessedness.
Assuming there is an intellect, we're clearly not this universal intellect or we would know it. So that's one function of soul.
The superior excellence imputed to the book, which imitates the products of antique and obsolete processes, is conceived to be chiefly a superior utility in the aesthetic respect; but it is not unusual to find a well-bred book-lover insisting that the clumsier product is also more serviceable as a vehicle of printed speech.
You give before you get.
That's the nature of women, not to love when we love them, and to love when we love them not.