The cabinets of the sick and the closets of the dead have been ransacked to publish private letters and divulge to all mankind the most secret sentiments of friendship.

In lazy apathy let stoics boast, their virtue fixed, 'tis fixed as in a frost.

Do you find yourself making excuses when you do not perform? Shed the excuses and face reality. Excuses are the loser's way out. They will mar your credibility and stunt your personal growth.

Sickness is a sort of early old age; it teaches us a diffidence in our earthly state.

Tis but a part we see, and not a whole.

Why has not Man a microscopic eye? For this plain reason, Man is not a Fly. Say what the use, were finer optics giv'n, T' inspect a mite, not comprehend the heav'n.

A good-natured man has the whole world to be happy out of.