The world’s a book, writ by the eternal art —
Of the great author printed in man’s heart,
‘Tis falsely printed, though divinely penned,
And all the errata will appear at the end.

The fountain of beauty is the heart,
and every generous thought illustrates the walls of your chamber.

The road to perseverance lies by doubt.

My soul, sit thou a patient looker-on;
Judge not the play before the play is done:
Her plot hath many changes;
every day Speaks a new scene;
the last act crowns the play

Necessity of action takes away the fear of the act,
and makes bold resolution the favorite of fortune.

Quotes by Franics Quarles
Paintings by Jacques-Louis David