Love not what you are but only what you may become.

Blessed be he who invented sleep, a cloak that covers all a man's thoughts.

'Tis the maddest trick a man can ever play in his whole life, to let his breath sneak out of his body without any more ado, and without so much as a rap o'er the pate, or a kick of the guts; to go out like the snuff of a farthing candle, and die merely of the mulligrubs, or the sullens.

Let us not throw the rope after the bucket.

Lovers are commonly industrious to make themselves uneasy.

There is a remedy for everything but death; who, in spite of our teeth, will take us in his clutches.

Be not under the dominion of thine own will; it is the vice of the ignorant, who vainly presume on their own understanding.