Life consists not merely in existing, but in enjoying health.

Our days pass by, and are scored against us.

Glory comes too late when we are nought but ashes.

Rarity gives a charm; so early fruits and winter roses are the most prized; and coyness sets off an extravagant mistress, while the door always open tempts no suitor.

The bee is enclosed, and shines preserved in amber, so that it seems enshrined in its own nectar.

He who thinks that the lives of Priam and of Nestor were long is much deceived and mistaken. Life consists not in living, but in enjoying health.

It is feeling and force of imagination that make us eloquent.