Death is a sleep that ends our dreaming. Oh, that we may be allowed to wake before death wakes us.
Ruthless striving, overcomes everything.
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.
Love is the crowning grace of humanity.
How fortune brings to earth the over-sure!
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?