The happiest end of life is this: when the mind and the other senses being unimpaired, the same nature which put it together takes asunder her own work.

That is probable which for the most part usually comes to pass, or which is a part of the ordinary beliefs of mankind.

The remembrance of past misery is sweet.

The foolishness of old age does not characterize all who are old, but only the foolish.

The beginnings of all things are small.

Every evil in the bud is easily crushed: as it grows older, it becomes stronger.

All the arts of refinement have mutual kinship.