The kind of solace that arises from having company in misery is spiteful.

Our fears vanish as the danger approaches.

The place one's in, though, doesn't make any contribution to peace of mind: it's the spirit that makes everything agreeable to oneself.

If I only have the will to be grateful, I am so.

True joy is a serene and sober motion; and they are miserably out so that take laughing for rejoicing; the seat of it is within, and there is no cheerfulness like the resolutions of a brave mind.

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.

We are wrong in looking forward to death: in great measure it's past already.