For we are mistaken when we look forward to death; the major portion of death has already passed. Whatever years be behind us are in death's hands.

What man can you show me who places any value on his time, who reckons the worth of each day, who understands that he is dying daily?

Worse than war is the very fear of war.

On him does death lie heavily, who, but too well known to all, dies to himself unknown.

Tis the upright mind that holds true sovereignty.

Not circumstance but will can make impure.

Sin must be hid by sin.

Light cares speak out, the weighty have no words.

Who by sin advantage gains commits the sin.

The man who hopes for naught at least has naught to fear.