It may be only glory that we seek here, but I persuade myself that, as long as we remain here, that is right. Another glory awaits us in heaven and he who reaches there will not wish even to think of earthly fame.

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

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

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

All pleasure in the world is a passing dream.

When the poet died his cat was put to death and mummified.

Alack our life, so beautiful to see, With how much ease life losest, in a day, What many years with pain and toil amassed!