Our lives ... are but a little while, so let them run as sweetly as you can, and give no thought to grief from day to day. For time is not concerned to keep our hopes, but hurries on its business, and is gone.
I envy that man who passes through life safely, to the world and fame unknown.
I have found power in the mysteries of thought.
Worse than a true evil is it to bear the burden of faults that are not truly yours.
But learn that to die is a debt we must all pay.
If all men saw the fair and wise the same men would not have debaters' double strife.