Some men never seem to grow old. Always active in thought, always ready to adopt new ideas, they are never chargeable with foggyism. Satisfied, yet ever dissatisfied, settled, yet ever unsettled, they always enjoy the best of what is, are the first to find the best of what will be.

Virtue and genuine graces in themselves speak what no words can utter.

What ugly sights of death within mine eyes!

Your worm is your only emperor for diet; we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots.

Beauty lives with kindness.

To pore upon a book, to seek the light of truth.

Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.