The purer the golden vessel, the more readily is it bent; the higher worth of woman is sooner lost than that of man.
Man has here two and a half minutes-one to smile, one to sigh, and a half to love: for in the midst of this minute he dies.
Remembrances last longer than present realities.
The end we aim at must be known, before the way can be made.
Every man regards his own life as the New Year's Eve of time.
For sleep, riches and health to be truly enjoyed and gratefully appreciated, they must be interrupted so the person can see that not having them is not as good as having them.