Is any man free except the one who can pass his life as he pleases?
Oh, what a void there is in things.
Lives there the man with soul so dead as to disown the wish to merit the people's applause, and having uttered words worthy to be kept in cedar oil to latest times, to leave behind him rhymes that dread neither herrings nor frankincense.
Each man has his own desires; all do not possess the same inclinations.
He conquers who endures.
Things fit only to give weight to smoke.