No One Dies Too Soon

No One Was Ever Great Without Some Portion Of Divine Inspiration.

They Are, All Of Them, Born With Raging Fanaticism In Their Hearts, Just As The Bretons And The Germans Are Born With Blond Hair. I Would Not Be In The Least Bit Surprised If These People Would Not Some Day Become Deadly To The Human Race.

Things Sacred Should Not Only Be Touched With The Hands, But Unviolated In Thought. [lat., Res Sacros Non Modo Manibus Attingi, Sed Ne Cogitatione Quidem Violari Fas Fuit.]

Every Stage Of Human Life, Except The Last, Is Marked Out By Certain And Defined Limits; Old Age Alone Has No Precise And Determinate Boundary.

As I Give Thought To The Matter, I Find Four Causes For The Apparent Misery Of Old Age; First, It Withdraws Us From Active Accomplishments; Second, It Renders The Body Less Powerful; Third, It Deprives Us Of Almost All Forms Of Enjoyment; Fourth, It Stands Not Far From Death.