Life is a kind of sleep: old men sleep longest, nor begin to wake but when they are to die.

There are certain things in which mediocrity is not to be endured, such as poetry, music, painting, public speaking.

Children enjoy the present because they have neither a past nor a future.

Days, months, years fly away, and irrecoverably sink in the abyss of time.

Jesting is often only indigence of intellect.

That man is good who does good to others; if he suffers on account of the good he does, he is very good; if he suffers at the hands of those to whom he has done good, then his goodness is so great that it could be enhanced only by greater sufferings; and if he should die at their hands, his virtue can go no further: it is heroic, it is perfect.

They that have lived a single day have lived an age.