There are twelve hours in the day, and above fifty in the night.

Death makes us all equal.

. . . it seldom happens, I think, that a man has the civility to die when all the world wishes it.

. . . long journeys are strange things: if we were always to continue in the same mind we are in at the end of a journey, we should never stir from the place we were then in . . .

The human heart will never wrinkle

... we ought to be astonished at nothing; for what do we not meet with in our journey through life?

There is no one who does not represent a danger to someone.