From the end spring new beginnings.

No one is wise at all times.

Nature makes us buy her presents at the price of so many sufferings that it is doubtful whether she deserves most the name of parent or stepmother.

How many things... are looked upon as quite impossible until they have been actually effected?

Men are most apt to believe what they least understand; and through the lust of human wit obscure things are more easily credited.

In time of sickness the soul collects itself anew.

Human nature is fond of novelty.