It is not death we fear, but the thought of it.
We should every night call ourselves to an account: What infirmity have I mastered today? What passions opposed! What temptation resisted? What virtue acquired?
The great soul surrenders itself to fate.
The road to learning by precept is long, but by example short and effective.
No man will swim ashore and take his baggage with him.
The conditions of conquest are always easy. We have but to toil awhile, endure awhile, believe always, and never turn back