Wisdom comes to no one by chance.

No emotion falls into dislike so readily as sorrow.

It does not matter how many books you have, but how good the books are which you have.

Who-only let him be a man and intent upon honor-is not eager for the honorable ordeal and prompt to assume perilous duties? To what energetic man is not idleness a punishment?

Death's the discharge of our debt of sorrow.

To lose a friend is the greatest of all evils, but endeavour rather to rejoice that you possessed him than to mourn his loss.

Anger is like those ruins which smash themselves on what they fall.