Drop the question of what tomorrow may bring, and count as profit every day that Fate allows you.

Not even for an hour can you bear to be alone, nor can you advantageously apply your leisure time, but you endeavor, a fugitive and wanderer, to escape from yourself, now vainly seeking to banish remorse by wine, and now by sleep; but the gloomy companion presses on you, and pursues you as you fly.

There is a measure in everything. There are fixed limits beyond which and short of which right cannot find a resting place.

Avoid inquisitive persons, for they are sure to be gossips, their ears are open to hear, but they will not keep what is entrusted to them.

Undeservedly you will atone for the sins of your fathers.

Only a stomach that rarely feels hungry scorns common things.

Necessity takes impartially the highest and the lowest.