Habituation puts to sleep the eye of our judgment.

I want death to find me planting my cabbages, but careless of death, and still more of my unfinished garden.

Honesty is a question of right and wrong, not a matter of policy

Who does not in some sort live to others, does not live much to himself.

The daughter-in-law of Pythagoras said that a woman who goes to bed with a man ought to lay aside her modesty with her skirt, and put it on again with her petticoat

I want death to find me planting my cabbages.

Who so hath his mind on taking, hath it no more on what he taketh.