There are no greater wretches in the world than many of those whom people in general take to be happy.
In a moment the ashes are made, but a forest is a long time growing.
We pardon familiar vices.
Our care should not be to have lived long as to have lived enough.
Fire tries gold, misery tries brave men.
Such is the blindness, nay the insanity of mankind, that some men are driven to death by the fear of it.