We are all of us very perfect creatures so long as we are not tried.

It is not work that kills, but "worry."

No virtue ever was founded on a lie. The truth, then, at all risks and costs - the truth from the beginning. Make a clean breast to whomsoever you need to make it, and then - face the world.

An author departs; he does not die.

Nothing but a speck we seem In the waste of waters round, Floating, floating like a dream, Outward bound.

Down in the deep, up in the sky , I see them always, far or nigh, And I shall see them till I die The old familiar faces.

according to the old joke, married people are often like little boys bathing, who cry with chattering teeth to the boys on the shore, 'Do come in, it's so warm' - it is not always warm.