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Virtue is health, vice is sickness.
For virtue only finds eternal Fame.
Suspicion is the cancer of friendship.
Man has no greater enemy than himself.
Who naught suspects is easily deceived.
Love is the crowning grace of humanity.
Ruthless striving, overcomes everything.
For style beyond the genius never dares.
A good death does honour to a whole life.
Hope is incredible to the slave of grief.
Man has not a greater enemy than himself.
Reality is always the foe of famous names.
How fortune brings to earth the over-sure!
He loves but lightly who his love can tell.
The end of doubt is the beginning of repose.
And tears are heard within the harp I touch.
All pleasure in the world is a passing dream.
How quick the old woe follows a little bliss!
I have taken pride in others, never in myself.
Wanting is not enough, long and you attain it.
You keep to your own ways and leave mine to me.
An equal doom clipp'd Time's blest wings of peace.
The greater I am, the greater shall be my efforts.
Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.
I know and love the good, yet, ah! the worst pursue.
To be able to say how much love, is love but little.
It is better to will the good than to know the truth.
Who over-refines his argument brings himself to grief
A short cut to riches is to subtract from our desires.
Books have led some to learning and others to madness.
Rarely do great beauty and great virtue dwell together.
Great errors seldom originate but with men of great minds.
When the poet died his cat was put to death and mummified.
There is no lighter burden, nor more agreeable, than a pen.
Mere elegance of language can produce at best but an empty renown.
I would have preferred to have been born in any other time than our own.
While life is in your body, you have the rein of all thoughts in your hands.
For though I am a body of this earth, my firm desire is born from the stars.
How difficult it is to save the bark of reputation from the rocks of ignorance.
Often on earth the gentlest heart is fain To feed and banquet on another's woe.
For death betimes is comfort, not dismay, and who can rightly die needs no delay.
The aged love what is practical while impetuous youth longs only for what is dazzling.
I desire that death find me ready and writing, or if it please Christ, praying and intears.
I saw the tracks of angels in the earth: the beauty of heaven walking by itself on the world.
Nothing mortal is enduring, and there is nothing sweet which does not presently end in bitterness.
Death is a sleep that ends our dreaming. Oh, that we may be allowed to wake before death wakes us.
Death had his grudge against me, and he got up in the way, like an armed robber, with a pike in his hand.
I rejoiced in my progress, mourned my weaknesses, and commiserated the universal instability of human conduct.
Often have I wondered with much curiosity as to our coming into this world and what will follow our departure.
Perhaps out there, somewhere, someone is sighing for your absence; and with this thought, my soul begins to breathe.