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?

I would have preferred to have been born in any other time than our own.

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

Suspicion is the cancer of friendship.

Ruthless striving, overcomes everything.

Often have I wondered with much curiosity as to our coming into this world and what will follow our departure.

How fortune brings to earth the over-sure!