War I abhor, and yet how sweet The sound along the marching street Of drum and fife, and I forget Wet eyes of widows, and forget Broken old mothers, and the whole Dark butchery without a soul.

We ought to take outdoor walks, to refresh and raise our spirits by deep breathing in the open air.

Every day, therefore, should be regulated as if it were the one that brings up the rear, the one that rounds out and completes our lives.

The wish for healing has always been half of health.

He robs present ills of their power who has perceived their coming beforehand.

Rehearse death. To say this is to tell a person to rehearse his freedom. A person who has learned how to die has unlearned how to be a slave. He is above, or at any rate, beyond the reach of, all political powers.

Upon occasion we should go as far as intoxication.... Drink washes cares away, stirs the mind from its lowest depths.... But in liberty moderation is wholesome, and so it is in wine.... We ought not indulge too often, for fear the mind contract a bad habit, yet it is right to draw it toward elation and release and to banish dull sobriety for a little.