Here closed in death th' attentive eyes That saw the manners in the face.

This world, where much is to be done and little to be known.

He who praises everybody praises nobody.

Every man naturally persuades himself that he can keep his resolutions, nor is he convinced of his imbecility but by length of time and frequency of experiment.

Once the good man was dead, one wore his hat and another his sword as he had worn them, a third had himself barbered as he had, a fourth walked as he did, but …

But he who loveliness within Hath found, all outward loathes, For he who color loves, and skin, Loves but their oldest clothes.

Now listen, George, don't think about 1968. Think about 1988. You and me, we'll be dead and gone, then, George. [...] What do you want left after you, when you…