Life in itself is short enough, but the physicians with their art, know to their amusement, how to make it still shorter.

Wanting is not enough, long and you attain it.

I know and love the good, yet, ah! the worst pursue.

I rejoiced in my progress, mourned my weaknesses, and commiserated the universal instability of human conduct.

I saw the tracks of angels in the earth: the beauty of heaven walking by itself on the world.

You keep to your own ways and leave mine to me.

Man has not a greater enemy than himself.