The man who has learned to triumph over sorrow wears his miseries as though they were sacred fillets upon his brow; and nothing is so entirely admirable as a man bravely wretched.

He that visits the sick in hopes of a legacy, but is never so friendly in all other cases, I look upon him as being no better than a raven that watches a weak sheep only to peck out its eyes.

He who fears from near at hand often fears less.

Our fears vanish as the danger approaches.

Remember, not one penny can we take with us into the unknown land.

It is a rough road that leads to the heights of greatness.

The swiftness of time is infinite, as is still more evident when we look back on the past.