No untroubled day has ever dawned for me.

No man was ever wise by chance.

No great genius has ever existed without some touch of madness.

The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.

We should every night call ourselves to an account: what infirmity have I mastered today? what passions opposed? what temptation resisted? what virtue acquired? Our vices will abate of themselves if they be brought every day to the shrift.

Believe me, that was a happy age, before the days of architects, before the days of builders.