The harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly; it is read more

The harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly; it is dearness only that gives everything its value. I love the man that can smile in trouble, that can gather strength from distress and grow brave by reflection. 'Tis the business of little minds to shrink; but he whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves his conduct, will pursue his principles unto death.

Some say the world will end in fire, some say ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with read more

Some say the world will end in fire, some say ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.

I really wanted to die at certain periods in my life. Death was like love, a romantic escape. I took read more

I really wanted to die at certain periods in my life. Death was like love, a romantic escape. I took pills because I didn't want to throw myself off my balcony and know people would photograph me lying dead below.

Plan for this world as if you expect to live forever; but plan for the hereafter as if you expect read more

Plan for this world as if you expect to live forever; but plan for the hereafter as if you expect to die tomorrow.

Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death...

Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death...

One might say, for example, that a patient has a kind of St Vitus's dance; a kind of dropsy; a read more

One might say, for example, that a patient has a kind of St Vitus's dance; a kind of dropsy; a kind of nerve fever; a kind of ague. One would never say, however (to end once and for all the confusion of these names) "He has St. Vitus's dance," "He has nerve fever," "He has dropsy," "He has ague," since there simply are not any fixed, unchanging diseases to be known by such names.

Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the read more

Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

May the forces of evil become confused on the way to your house.-.

May the forces of evil become confused on the way to your house.-.

The gods conceal from men the happiness of death, that they may endure life.

The gods conceal from men the happiness of death, that they may endure life.