The truth is at the beginning of anything and its end are alike touching.

If life were eternal, all interest and anticipation would vanish. It is uncertainty which lends it fascination.

Blossoms are scattered by the wind and the wind cares nothing but the blossoms of the heart no wind can touch.

Leave undone whatever you hesitate to do.

The true criminal must be defined as a man who commits a crime though he is as decently fed and clothed as others.

... For such as truly love the world, a thousand years would fade like the dream of one night.

The hour of death waits for no order. Death does not even come from the front. It is ever pressing on from behind. All men know of death, but they do not expect it of a sudden, and it comes upon them unawares. So, though the dry flats extend far out, soon the tide comes and floods the beach.