Eternity gives nothing back of what one leaves out of the minutes.
Utility is the great idol of the age, to which all powers must do service and all talents swear allegiance.
To rankling poison hast thou turned in me the milk of human kindness.
The storm is master. Man, as a ball, is tossed twixt winds and billows.
The happy man does not notice the flight of time.
Fear of death is worse than dying.