Not a soul takes thought how well he may live- only how long: yet a good life might be everybody's, a long one can be nobody's.

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

Nothing is so wretched or foolish as to anticipate misfortunes. What madness it is to be expecting evil before it comes.

It is dishonorable to say one thing and think another; how much more dishonorable to write one thing and think another.

Just where death is expecting you is something we cannot know; so, for your part, expect him everywhere.

It is a proof of nobility of mind to despise injuries.

Death's the discharge of our debt of sorrow.