Laurence Sterne

"He shall not die, by God," cried by uncle Toby. The Accusing
Spirit which flew up to heaven's chancery read more

"He shall not die, by God," cried by uncle Toby. The Accusing
Spirit which flew up to heaven's chancery with the oath, blushed
as he gave it in: and the Recording Angel as he wrote it down,
dropped a tear upon the word and blotted it out forever.

He found a city of bricks, he left one of marble.

He found a city of bricks, he left one of marble.

When men grow virtuous in their old age they are merely making a
sacrifice to God of the devil's read more

When men grow virtuous in their old age they are merely making a
sacrifice to God of the devil's leavings.

God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.

God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.

Let to-morrow take care of to-morrow,
Leave things of the future to fate;
What's the use to read more

Let to-morrow take care of to-morrow,
Leave things of the future to fate;
What's the use to anticipate sorrow?
Life's troubles come never too late.