One fancies that what one loves cannot die.
Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
We all owe each other concessions of taste and opinion for the sake of family peace and affection.
Kings may see their palaces fall, but the ants will always have their dwellings.
We are only here below as in an inn on a journey. Let us, then have the feelings of travelers. We should think a man very strange who attached himself much to his inn. The wise Christian will not do this.
Certainly, friends are sufficiently rare not to be neglected; they are life's best comforters.