I believe the world grows near its end, yet is neither old nor decayed, nor will ever perish upon the ruins of its own principles.

Content may dwell in all stations. To be low but above contempt may be high enough to be happy.

We term sleep a death by which we may be literally said to die daily; in fine, so like death, I dare not trust it without my prayers.

Miserable men commiserate not themselves; bowelless unto others, and merciless unto their own bowels.

There are mystically in our faces certain characters which carry in them the motto of our souls, wherein he that cannot read may read our natures.

But man is a Noble Animal, splendid in ashes, and pompous in the grave, solemnizing Nativities and Deaths with equal lustre, nor omitting Ceremonies of Bravery, in the infamy of his nature. Life is a pure flame, and we live by an invisible Sun within us.

Whosoever enjoys not this life, I count him but an apparition, though he wear about him the sensible affections of flesh. In these moral acceptions, the way to be immortal is to die daily.