Old age is a tyrant, who forbids, under pain of death, the pleasures of youth.

Neither the sun nor death can be looked at with a steady eye.

Though men are apt to flatter and exalt themselves with their great achievements, yet these are, in truth, very often owing not so much to design as chance.

We come altogether fresh and raw into the several stages of life, and often find ourselves without experience, despite our years.

Repentance is not so much remorse for what we have done as the fear of the consequences.