Truth never perishes.

These individulas have riches just as we say that we 'have a fever,' when really the fever has us.

The state of that man's mind who feels too intense an interest as to future events, must be most deplorable.

A friend always loves, but he who loves is not always a friend.

There is nothing after death, and death itself is nothing.

There is nothing that we can properly call our own but our time, and yet everybody fools us out of it who has a mind to do it. If a man borrows a paltry sum of money, there must needs be bonds and securities, and every common civility is presently charged upon account. But he who has my time thinks he owes me nothing for it, though it be a debt that gratitude itself can never repay.

Nothing deters a good man from doing what is honourable.