These individulas have riches just as we say that we 'have a fever,' when really the fever has us.
Our posterity will wonder about our ignorance of things so plain.
Full of men, vacant of friends.
The intellect must not be kept at consistent tension, but diverted by pastimes.... The mind must have relaxation, and will rise stronger and keener after recreation.
Away with the world's opinion of you-it's always unsettled and divided.
He who does not want to die should not want to live. For life is tendered to us with the proviso of death. Life is the way to this destination.