Not to be born is, past all prizing, best.
For this I see, that we, all we that live, Are but vain shadows, unsubstantial dreams.
And if my present deeds are foolish in thy sight, it may be that a foolish judge arraigns my folly.
The Most beautiful human deed, is to be useful to others.
Count no mortal fortunate till he has departed this life free from pain.
Every man can see things far off but is blind to what is near.