To live is not a blessing, but to live well.
I have withdrawn not only from men, but from affairs, especially my own affairs; I am working for later generations, writing down some ideas that may be of assistance to them.
The more violent the storm the sooner it is over.
It is the characteristic of a weak and diseased mind to fear the unfamiliar.
Great grief does not of itself put an end to itself.
I am like a book, with pages that have stuck together for want of use: my mind needs unpacking and the truths stored within must be turned over from time to time, to be ready when occasion demands.