Die before you die, there is no chance after.

Man must endure his going hence.

And I say also this. I do not think the forest would be so bright, nor the water so warm, nor love so sweet, if there were no danger in the lakes.

The human spirit will not even begin to try to surrender self-will as long as all seems to be well with it. Now error and sin both have this property, that the deeper they are the less their victim suspects their existence; they are masked evil. Pain is unmasked, unmistakable evil; every man knows that something is wrong when he is being hurt.

No Christian and, indeed, no historian could accept the epigram which defines religion as 'what a man does with his solitude.'

They say, 'The coward dies many times'; so does the beloved. Didn't the eagle find a fresh liver to tear in Prometheus every time it dined?

A little lie is like a little pregnancy it doesn't take long before everyone knows.