The ceaseless labour of your life is to build the house of death.

The art of dining well is no slight art, the pleasure not a slight pleasure.

The entire lower world was created in the likeness of the higher world. All that exists in the higher world appears like an image in this lower world; yet all …

So it is with minds. Unless you keep them busy with some definite subject that will bridle and control them, they throw themselves in disorder hither and yon i…

It is my aim, and every effort bent, that the sum and history of my life, which in the same sentence is my obit and epitaph too, shall be them both: He made th…

Could we, with human reason, process the finality of death, we would be very different souls, giving more than we take, forgiving easily, and listening with al…

People who refuse to rest honorably on their laurels when they reach 'retirement' age seem very admirable to me.