We never reflect how pleasant it is to ask for nothing.
If sensuality were happiness, beasts were happier than men; but human felicity is lodged in the soul, not in the flesh.
Who needs forgiveness, should the same extend with readiness.
As the world leads we follow.
All art is but imitation of nature.
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.