Perhaps the best cure for the fear of death is to reflect that life has a beginning as well as an end.

Like a rustic at a fair, we are full of amazement and rapture, and have no thought of going home, or that it will soon be night.

I like a friend the better for having faults that one can talk about.

Despair swallows up cowardice.

Even in the common affairs of life, in love, friendship, and marriage, how little security have we when we trust our happiness in the hands of others!

Those people who are always improving never become great. Greatness is an eminence, the ascent to which is steep and lofty, and which a man must seize on at once by natural boldness and vigor, and not by patient, wary steps.

We grow tired of ourselves, much more of other people.