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.
A man gazing at the stars is proverbially at the mercy of the puddles in the road.
A man does not plant a tree for himself; he plants it for posterity.
Everything is sweetened by risk.
If a man is worth knowing at all, he is worth knowing well.