Out of nothing can come, and nothing can become nothing.

We consume our tomorrows fretting about our yesterdays.

Each man has his own desires; all do not possess the same inclinations

To-morrow is the day when idlers work, and fools reform, and mortal men lay hold on heaven

She knows her man, and when you rant and swear, can draw you to her with a single hair

Tomorrow is the day when idlers work, and fools reform, and mortal men lay hold on heaven.