Whatever may be our natural talents, the art of writing is not acquired all at once.

The body politic, as well as the human body, begins to die as soon as it is born, and carries itself the causes of its destruction.

There is peace in dungeons, but is that enough to make dungeons desirable?

Why should we build our happiness on the opinons of others, when we can find it in our own hearts?

At sixteen, the adolescent knows about suffering because he himself has suffered, but he barely knows that other beings also suffer.

Temperance and labor are the two real physicians of man.

When a man dies he clutches in his hands only that which he has given away during his lifetime.