Really to see the sun rise or go down every day, so to relate ourselves to a universal fact, would preserve us sane forever.
That man is rich whose pleasures are the cheapest.
The rarest quality in an epitaph is truth.
When a shadow flits across the landscape of the soul where is the substance?
The light which puts out our eyes is darkness to us.
I only desire sincere relations with the worthiest of my acquaintance, that they may give me an opportunity once in a year to speak the truth.