Ah! Vanitas vanitatum! Which of us is happy in this world? Which of us has his desire? or, having it, is satisfied?-Come, children, let us shut up the box and the puppets, for our play is played out.

I think I could be a good woman if I had five thousand a year.

Although I enter not, Yet round about the spot Ofttimes I hover; And near the sacred gate With longing eyes I wait, Expectant of her.

Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children.

Keep death and exile daily before thine eyes, with all else that men deem terrible, but more especially Death. Then wilt thou never think a mean thought, nor c…

I am. I was. I am not. I never am.

We never stop reading, although every book comes to an end, just as we never stop living, although death is certain.