There is a measure in everything. There are fixed limits beyond which and short of which right cannot find a resting place.

I shall not wholly die, and a great part of me will escape the grave.

A leech that will not quit the skin until sated with blood.

Be prepared to go mad with fixed rule and method.

Abridge your hopes in proportion to the shortness of the span of human life; for while we converse, the hours, as if envious of our pleasure, fly away: enjoy, therefore, the present time, and trust not too much to what to-morrow may produce.

My cares and my inquiries are for decency and truth, and in this I am wholly occupied.

Life is largely a matter of expectation.