Nor has his death the world deceiv'd than his wondrous life surprise d; if he like a madman liv'd least he like a wise one dy'd.

Whoever is ignorant is vulgar.

He that will not when he may, When he would, he should have nay.

Maybe the greatest madness is to see life as it is rather than what it could be.

A person dishonored is worst than dead.

All sorrows are bearable, if there is bread.

The pen is the tongue of the soul; as are the thoughts engendered there, so will be the things written.