Our life is our own to-day, to-morrow you will be dust, a shade, and a tale that is told. Live mindful of death; the hour flies.
Oh, the cares of men! how much emptiness there is in human concerns!
The man who wishes to bend me with his tale of woe must shed true tears - not tears that have been got ready overnight.
Things fit only to give weight to smoke.
Out of nothing can come, and nothing can become nothing.
He who conquers, endures.