I do not teach. I relate.
We trouble our life by thoughts about death, and our death by thoughts about life.
It is easier to write an indifferent poem than to understand a good one.
It is not death, it is dying that alarms me.
If love and ambition should be in equal balance, and come to jostle with equal force, I make no doubt but that the last would win the prize.
We are more unhappy to see people ahead of us than happy to see people behind us.