Even the stout of heart shrink when they see the approach of death.

It made our hair stand up in panic fear.

If men live decently it is because discipline saves their very lives for them.

Now I see that going out into the testing ground of men it is the tongue and not the deed that wins the day.

The man from whom the joys of life have departed is living no more, but should be counted with the dead.

For the dead there are no more toils.

And if my present deeds are foolish in thy sight, it may be that a foolish judge arraigns my folly.