Death is not the greatest of evils; it is worse to want to die, and not be able to.

Brave hearts do not back down back off.

The sleep of a sick man has keen eyes. It is a sleep unsleeping.

One's own escape from troubles makes one glad; but bringing friends to trouble is hard grief.

You cannot know a man's life before the man has died, then only can you call it good or bad.

For the wretched one night is like a thousand; for someone faring well death is just one more night.

Who feels no ills, should, therefore, fear them; and when fortune smiles, be doubly cautious, lest destruction come remorseless on him, and he fall unpitied.