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.
By compassion we make others' misery our own, and so, by relieving them, we relieve ourselves also
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.
We all labor against our own cure, for death is the cure of all diseases
Yet is every man his greatest enemy, and, as it were, his own executioner
A rich man's joke is always funny
Certainly there is no happiness within this circle of flesh, nor is it in the optics of these eyes to behold felicity; the first day of our Jubilee is death
Life is itself but the shadow of death, and souls departed but the shadows of the living. All things fall under this name. The sun itself is but the dark simulacrum, and light but the shadow of God.
Where life is more terrible than death, it is then the truest valor to dare to live.
Obstinacy in a bad cause is but constancy in a good
To treat a poor wretch with a bottle of Burgundy, and fill his snuffbox, is like giving a pair of laced ruffles to a man that has never a shirt on his back
Vice may be had at all prices
Be able to be alone. Lose not the advantage of solitude, and the society of thyself.
For my part, I have ever believed, and do now know, that there are witches.
What song the Sirens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women, though puzzling questions, are not beyond all conjecture.