Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority.

Less base the fear of death than fear of life.

Friendship's the wine of life: but friendship new... is neither strong nor pure.

The future... seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done.

Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote, And think they grow immortal as they quote.