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

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.

Death is the end of every worldly pain.

Mercy surpasses justice.

All good things must come to an end.

That field hath eyen, and the wood hath ears.

Make a virtue of necessity.

Great peace is found in little busy-ness.

Killing is not so easy as the innocent believe.

Killing is not so easy as the innocent believe.

The death of a beloved is an amputation.

It is the job of thinking people not to be on the side of the executioners.

It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more.

Being an entrepreneur is like eating glass and staring into the abyss of death.

When you have solved all the mysteries of life you long for death, for it is but another mystery of life.

Death is not the worst that can happen to men.