Where reason fails, time oft has worked a cure.
I do not sacrifice, but lend myself to business.
Whatever we give to the wretched, we lend to fortune.
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.
No one can have a peaceful life who thinks too much about lengthening it.
Call it Nature, Fate, Fortune; all these are names of the one and selfsame God.