I had got this far, and was thinking of what to say next, and as my habit is, I was pricking the paper idly with my pen. And I thought how, between one dip of the pen and the next, time goes on, and I hurry, drive myself, and speed toward death. We are always dying. I while I write, you while you read, and others while they listen or stop their ears, they are all dying.

Great errors seldom originate but with men of great minds.

How fortune brings to earth the over-sure!

The end of doubt is the beginning of repose.

Do you suppose there is any living man so unreasonable that if he found himself stricken with a dangerous ailment he would not anxiously desire to regain the blessing of health?

Who naught suspects is easily deceived.

The greater I am, the greater shall be my efforts.