The Life Of The Dead

There Is, I Know Not How, A Certain Presage, As It Were, Of A Future Existence; And This Takes The Deepest Root, And Is Most Discoverable, In The Greatest Geniuses And Most Exalted Souls.

Men Ought To Be Most Annoyed By The Sufferings Which Come From Their Own Faults.

There Is No Quality I Would Rather Have, And Be Thought To Have, Than Gratitude. For It Is Not Only The Greatest Virtue, But Is The Mother Of All The Rest.

Old Age By Nature Is Rather Talkative.

I Prefer Silent Prudence To Loquacious Folly.