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

How many discoveries are reserved for the ages to come when our memory shall be no more, for this world of ours contains matter for investigation for all generations.

The path of increase is slow, but the road to ruin is rapid.

Let us bear with magnanimity whatever it is needful for us to bear.

Luck never made a man wise.

A benefit consists not in what is done or given, but in the intention of the giver or doer.

There is nothing that Nature has made necessary which is more easy than death; we are longer a-coming into the world than going out of it; and there is not any minute of our lives wherein we may not reasonably expect it. Nay, it is but a momen'ts work, the parting of soul and body. What a shame is it then to stand in fear of anything so long that is over so soon!