I want death to find me planting my cabbages.

Those who have compared our life to a dream were right... we were sleeping wake, and waking sleep.

We ought to love temperance for itself, and in obedience to God who has commanded it and chastity; but what I am forced to by catarrhs, or owe to the stone, is neither chastity nor temperance.

Were I to live my life over again, I should live it just as I have done. I neither complain of the past, nor do I fear the future.

Once conform, once do what others do because they do it, and a kind of lethargy steals over all the finer senses of the soul.

Sometimes it is a good choice not to choose at all.

If you want it to be so, history can be a waste of time; it can also be, if you want it to be so, a study bearing fruit beyond price.