Less base the fear of death than fear of life.
What tender force, what dignity divine, what virtue consecrating every feature; around that neck what dross are gold and pearl!
Leisure is pain; take off our chariot wheels; how heavily we drag the load of life!
By night an atheist half-believes in God.
We are not all great because we are inspired, but we feel great because we are.
He mourns the dead who lives as they desire.