There are more things to alarm us than to harm us, and we suffer more often in apprehension than reality.

Such as the chain of causes we call Fate, such is the chain of wishes: one links on to another; the whole man is bound in the chain of wishing for ever.

Why do I not seek some real good; one which I could feel, not one which I could display?

Crime when it succeeds is called virtue.

The display of grief makes more demands than grief itself. How few men are sad in their own company.

It is not goodness to be better than the worst.

Not how long, but how well you have lived is the main thing.