If you wish to preserve your secret, wrap it up in frankness.

Death, which we are accustomed to consider an evil, really acts for us the friendliest part, and takes away the commonplace of existence.

Happiness never lays its finger on its pulse. If we attempt to steal a glimpse of its features it disappears.

Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well.

The great man is the man who does a thing for the first time.

Not on the stage alone, in the world also, a man's real character comes out best in his asides.

Sweet April's tears, Dead on the hem of May.