There is no mortal whom pain and disease do not reach.

For one day spent well, and agreeably to your precepts, is preferable to an eternity of error.

If I err in belief that the souls of men are immortal, I gladly err, nor do I wish this error which gives me pleasure to be wrested from me while I live.

I look upon the pleasure which we take in a garden as one of the most innocent delights in human life. . . It gives us a great insight into the contrivance and wisdom of Nature, and suggests innumerable subjects for meditation.

Not to know what happened before means to remain forever a child.

It is a common saying that many pecks of salt must be eaten before the duties of friendship can be discharged.

The long time to come when I shall not exist has more effect on me than this short present time, which nevertheless seems endless.