The end of doubt is the beginning of repose.

Rarely do great beauty and great virtue dwell together.

It is more honorable to be raised to a throne than to be born to one. Fortune bestows the one, merit obtains the other.

Nothing mortal is enduring, and there is nothing sweet which does not presently end in bitterness.

Where you are is of no moment, but only what you are doing there. It is not the place that ennobles you, but you the place, and this only by doing that which is great and noble.

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.

He loves but lightly who his love can tell.