Only the soldier is a free man, because he can look death in the face.
He who neglects the present moment throws away all he has.
Love can sun the realms of night.
Fear of death is worse than dying.
Rarely do we arrive at the summit of truth without running into extremes; we have frequently to exhaust the part of error, and even of folly, before we work our way up to the noble goal of tranquil wisdom.
Rigor pushed too far is sure to miss its aim, however good, as the bow snaps that is bent too stiffly.