Who knows if Shakespeare might not have thought less if he had read more?

Man makes a death which Nature never made. And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one.

To know the world, not love her, is thy point; She gives but little, nor that little, long.

We are all born originals - why is it so many of us die copies?

As soon as we have found the key of life, it opens the gates of death.

The maid that loves goes out to sea upon a shattered plank, and puts her trust in miracles for safety.

In an active life is sown the seed of wisdom; but he who reflects not, never reaps; has no harvest from it, but carries the burden of age without the wages of experience; nor knows himself old, but from his infirmities, the parish register, and the contempt of mankind. And age, if it has not esteem, has nothing.