Death falls heavily on that man who, known too well to others, dies in ignorance of himself.

The fearful face usually betrays great guilt.

What madness it is for a man to starve himself to enrich his heir, and so turn a friend into an enemy! For his joy at your death will be proportioned to what you leave him.

We deliberate about the parcels of life, but not about life itself, and so we arrive all unawares at its different epochs, and have the trouble of beginning all again. And so finally it is that we do not walk as men confidently towards death, but let death come suddenly upon us.

Sadness usually results from one of the following causes either when a man does not succeed, or is ashamed of his success.

Retirement without literary amusements is death itself, and a living tomb.

Who can hope for nothing, should despair for nothing.