There is no bore we dread being left alone with so much as our own minds.

Incredulity robs us of many pleasures, and gives us nothing in return.

In creating, the only hard thing is to begin: a grass blade's no easier to make than an oak.

Whatever you may be sure of, be sure of this, that you are dreadfully like other people.

Life is the jailer, death the angel sent to draw the unwilling bolts and set us free.

Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us.

New occasions teach new duties.