How quick the old woe follows a little bliss!
The greater I am, the greater shall be my efforts.
Who over-refines his argument brings himself to grief
Death is a sleep that ends our dreaming. Oh, that we may be allowed to wake before death wakes us.
And men go about to wonder at the heights of the mountains, and the mighty waves of the sea, and the wide sweep of rivers, and the circuit of the ocean, and the revolution of the stars, but themselves they consider not.
Man has no greater enemy than himself. I have acted contrary to my sentiments and inclination; throughout our whole lives we do what we never intended, and what we proposed to do, we leave undone.