You give me nothing during your life, but you promise to provide for me at your death. If you are not a fool, you know what I wish for!

Genuine is the sorrow endured without anyone else knowing about it.

Gifts are like hooks.

Such are thou and I: but what I am thou canst not be; what thou art any one of the multitude may be.

Make it a point not to be over-fascinating.

Hidden evils are most dreaded.

Some things are good, some middling, more bad.