Light troubles speak; the weighty are struck dumb.
What was hard to suffer is sweet to remember.
Men love their country, not because it is great, but because it is their own.
He sins not, who is not wilfully a sinner.
Where fear is, happiness is not.
We deliberate about the parcels of life, but not about life itself, and so we arrive all unawares at its different epochs, and have the trouble of beginning all again. And so finally it is that we do not walk as men confidently towards death, but let death come suddenly upon us.