Death is sometimes a punishment, often a gift; to many it has been a favor.

No man can live happily who regards himself alone, who turns everything to his own advantage. Thou must live for another, if thou wishest to live for thyself.

It is not that we have so little time but that we lose so much. ... The life we receive is not short but we make it so; we are not ill provided but use what we have wastefully.

True joy is a serene and sober motion; and they are miserably out so that take laughing for rejoicing; the seat of it is within, and there is no cheerfulness like the resolutions of a brave mind.

Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.

All art is but imitation of nature.

He who seeks wisdom is a wise man; he who thinks he has found it is mad.