To the sick, indeed, nature is sick, but to the well, a fountain of health.

No doubt another may also think for me; but it is not therefore desirable that he should do so to the exclusion of my thinking for myself.

A modern author would have died in infancy in a ruder age.

The only way to speak the truth is to speak lovingly.

The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation.

A man may esteem himself happy when that which is his food is also his medicine.

The monument of death will outlast the memory of the dead. The Pyramids do not tell the tale which was confided to them; the living fact commemorates itself.