Lo, sleep is good, better is death--in sooth The best of all were never to be born.

I care little in the existence of a heaven or hell; self respect does not allow me to guide my acts with an eye toward heavenly salvation or hellish punishment. I pursue the good in life because it is beautiful and attracts me; and shun the bad because it is ugly and repulsive. All our acts should originate from the spring of unselfish love, whether there be a continuation after death or not.

Sleep is good, death is better; but of course, the best thing would to have never been born at all.

Lo, sleep is good, better is death--in sooth The best of all were never to be born.

As the stars are the glory of the sky, so great men are the glory of their country, yea, of the whole earth. The hearts of great men are the stars of earth; and doubtless when one looks down from above upon our planet, these hearts are seen to send forth, a silvery light just like the stars of heaven.

Write . . . write . . . pencil . . . paper.

True eloquence consists in saying all that is necessary, and nothing but what is necessary.