If we begin to die when we live, and long life be but a prolongation of death, our life is a sad composition; we live with death, and die not in a moment.
Though it be in the power of the weakest arm to take away life, it is not in the strongest to deprive us of death.
Man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes, and pompous in the grave.
Rough diamonds may sometimes be mistaken for worthless pebbles.
There are mystically in our faces certain characters which carry in them the motto of our souls, wherein he that cannot read A, B, C may read our natures.
Men live by intervals of reason under the sovereignty of humor and passion.
