What-so-ever the mind has ordained for itself, it has achieved

There is no benefit so large that malignity will not lessen it; none so narrow that a good interpretation will not enlarge it.

When you die, it will not be because you are sick, but because you were alive.

There has never been any great genius without a spice of madness.

There is a noble manner of being poor, and who does not know it will never be rich.

Beauty is such a fleeting blossom, how can wisdom rely upon its momentary delight?

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