Praise is always pleasing, let it come from whom, or upon what account it will.

To philosophize is to learn to die.

There is some shadow of delight and delicacy which smiles upon and flatters us even in the very lap of melancholy.

Age imprints more wrinkles a in the mind, than it does in the face, and souls are never, or very rarely seen, that in growing old do not smell sour and musty. Man moves all together, both towards his perfection and decay.

Now, of all the benefits that virtue confers upon us, the contempt of death is one of the greatest.

We find our energies are actually cramped when we are overanxious to succeed.

There are truths on this side of the Pyrenees which are falsehoods on the other