Who can hope for nothing, should despair for nothing.
We should every night call ourselves to an account: What infirmity have I mastered today? What passions opposed? What temptation resisted? What virtue acquired? Our vices will abate of themselves if they be brought every day to the shrift.
You should keep on learning as long as there is something you do not know.
We never reflect how pleasant it is to ask for nothing.
It is the fault of youth that it cannot restrain its own impetuosity.
Death is the wish of some, the relief of many, and the end of all. It sets the slave at liberty, carries the banished man home, and places all mortals on the same level, insomuch that life itself were a punishment without it.