In every good man a God doth dwell.

Every guilty person is his own hangman.

Life without the courage for death is slavery.

The great blessings of mankind are within us and within our reach; but we shut our eyes, and, like people in the dark, we fall foul upon the very thing we search for, without finding it.

Before old age I took care to live well; in old age I take care to die well; but to die well is to die willingly.

It's the great soul that surrenders itself to fate, but a puny degenerate thing that struggles.

Dissembling profiteth nothing; a feigned countenance, and slightly forged externally, deceiveth but very few.