For virtue only finds eternal Fame.

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

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?

While life is in your body, you have the rein of all thoughts in your hands.

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

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.

For though I am a body of this earth, my firm desire is born from the stars.