I think it makes small difference to the dead, if they are buried in the tokens of luxury. All that is an empty glorification left for those who live.

There is in the worst of fortune the best of chances for a happy change.

I envy that man who passes through life safely, to the world and fame unknown.

Better a serpent than a stepmother!

Surely again, to heal men's wounds by music's spell.

The care of God for us is a great thing, if a man believe it at heart: it plucks the burden of sorrow from him.

Those whose cause is just will never lack good arguments.