The noble soul occupies itself with wisdom and friendship.

Men are so thoughtless, nay, so mad, that some, through fear of death, force themselves to die.

The things you really need are few and easy to come by; but the things you can imagine you need are infinite, and you will never be satisfied.

The mind that is much elevated and insolent with prosperity, and cast down with adversity, is generally abject and base.

Launch your boat, blessed youth, and flee at full speed from every form of culture.

Thanks be to blessed Nature that she has made what is necessary easy to obtain, and what is not easy unnecessary.

Why should I fear death? If I am, death is not. If death is, I am not. Why should I fear that which can only exist when I do not?