For patience, sov'reign o'er transmuted ill.

We consider ourselves as defective in memory, either because we remember less than we desire, or less than we suppose others to remember.

You despise a man for avarice; but you do not hate him.

If one was to think constantly of death, the business of life would stand still

It is not difficult to conceive, however, that for many reasons a man writes much better than he lives. For without entering into refined speculations, it may be shown much easier to design than to perform. A man proposes his schemes of life in a state of abstraction and disengagement, exempt from the enticements of hope, the solicitations of affection, the importunities of appetite, or the depressions of fear.

Friendship, compounded of esteem and love, derives from one its tenderness and its permanence from the other.

Of the blessings set before you make your choice, and be content.