Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
from the poem
The Cotter’s Saturday Night.

Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
from the poem
The Cotter’s Saturday Night.

Long ailments wear out pain, and long hopes, joy.

Long ailments wear out pain, and long hopes, joy.

If you want an open society, you have to put up with the chaos.

If you want an open society, you have to put up with the chaos.

Pain adds rest unto pleasure, and teaches the luxury of health.

Pain adds rest unto pleasure, and teaches the luxury of health.

In its function, the power to punish is not essentially different from that of curing or educating.

In its function, the power to punish is not essentially different from that of curing or educating.

Melancholy is the pleasure of being sad

Melancholy is the pleasure of being sad

A man of pleasure is a man of pains.

A man of pleasure is a man of pains.

People seldom do what they believe in. They do what is convenient, then repent.

People seldom do what they believe in. They do what is convenient, then repent.

So great was the extremity of his pain and anguish, that he did
not only sigh but roar.

So great was the extremity of his pain and anguish, that he did
not only sigh but roar.