A foolishness is inflicted with a hatred of itself.

It is a tedious thing to be always beginning life; they live badly who always begin to live.

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.

What nature requires is obtainable, and within easy reach. It is for the superfluous we sweat.

There are many things akin to highest deity that are still obscure. Some may be too subtle for our powers of comprehension, others imperceptible to us because such exalted majesty conceals itself in the holiest part of its sanctuary, forbidding access to any power save that of the spirit. How many heavenly bodies revolve unseen by human eye!

It is medicine, not scenery, for which a sick man must go searching.

I had rather never receive a kindness than never bestow one.