“But manly set the world on sixe and sevene; And, if thou die a martyr, go to heaven.”

The guilty think all talk is of themselves.

A yokel mind loves stories from of old, Being the kind it can repeat and hold.

How potent is the fancy! People are so impressionable, they can die of imagination.

Yet do not miss the moral, my good men. For Saint Paul says that all that’s written well Is written down some useful truth to tell. Then take the wheat and let the chaff lie still.

Women naturally desire the same six things as I; they want their husbands to be brave, wise, rich, generous with money, obedient to the wife, and lively in bed.

If gold rusts, what then can iron do?

Many small make a great.

People can die of mere imagination.

In the stars is written the death of every man.

And so it is in politics, dear brother, Each for himself alone, there is no other.

We little know the things for which we pray.

For out of old fields, as men saith, Cometh all this new corn from year to year; And out of old books, in good faith, Cometh all this new science that men learn.

Patience is a conquering virtue. The learned say that, if it not desert you, It vanquishes what force can never reach; Why answer back at every angry speech? No, learn forbearance or, I’ll tell you what, You will be taught it, whether you will or not.

In love there is but little rest.

And gladly would he learn and gladly teach.

Full wise is he that can himself know.

Just be a lily, blooming in the dying waste of a choking world.

Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.

As long as your body is healthy and under control and death is distant, try to save your soul; when death is immanent what can you do?

Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth; Love repulsed, – but it returneth!

Being unconditionally happy is a practice: “Come what may, today I’m going to smile. Anyway, everything is going to die! Everything is going to vanish and disappear-so what! Who cares! Let me at least be happy, smile this moment, enjoy my very breath.”

Our bodies are perishable, wealth is not at all permanent and death is always nearby. Therefore we must immediately engage in acts of merit.

We all have to die some day. Not very many immortals have shown up in this world.

It is better to die than to preserve this life by incurring disgrace. The loss of life causes but a moment’s grief, but disgrace brings grief every day of one’s life.