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?

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

Ruthless striving, overcomes everything.

Wanting is not enough, long and you attain it.

Books can warm the heart with friendly words and counsel, entering into a close relationship with us which is articulate and alive

I looked back at the summit of the mountain, which seemed but a cubit high in comparison with the height of human contemplation, were in not too often merged in the corruptions of the earth.

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.