It is part of the cure to wish to be cured.
The most onerous slavery is to be a slave to oneself.
Modesty once extinguished knows not how to return.
Light griefs do speak, while sorrow's tongue is bound.
It is the constant fault and inseparable evil quality of ambition, that it never looks behind it.
This body is not a home, but an inn; and that only for a short time.