Death hath a thousand doors to let out life: I shall find one

Death has a thousand doors to let out life: I shall find one

He is not valiant that dares die, but he that boldly bears calamity.

Be wise; soar not too high to fall; but stoop to rise.

Out, you impostors! Quack salving, cheating mountebanks! your skill Is to make sound men sick, and sick men kill.

For evil news rides post, while good news baits.