Death makes us all equal.

... truth ... carries authority with it; while falsehood and lies skulk under a load of words, without having the power of persuasion; the more they attempt to show themselves, the more they are entangled.

Ah, what a grudge I owe physicians! what mummery is their art!

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

It is not always sorrow that opens the fountains of the eyes.

There is nothing so lovely as to be beautiful. Beauty is a gift of God and we should cherish it as such.

war often breaks out when there is the most talk of peace.