Such is the blindness, nay the insanity of mankind, that some men are driven to death by the fear of it.
He who is penitent is almost innocent.
If you will fear nothing, think that all things are to be feared.
There is this blessing, that while life has but one entrance, it has exits innumerable, and as I choose the house in which I live, the ship in which I will sail, so will I choose the time and manner of my death.
It's a vice to trust all, and equally a vice to trust none.
That comes too late that comes for the asking.