Let every man in mankind's frailty consider his last day; and let none presume on his good fortune until he find Life, at his death, a memory without pain.

Don't you know that silence supports the accuser's charge?

Hide nothing, for time, which sees all and hears all, exposes all.

Yes I know sorrow. Know it far too well. My life is a tunnel choked by the sweepings of dread.

Those who jump to conclusions may go wrong.

The dead alone feel no pain.

To the man who is afraid everything rustles.