Youth is unduly busy with pampering the outer person.

Riches are first to be sought for; after wealth, virtue.

She - philosophy is equally helpful to the rich and poor: neglect her, and she equally harms the young and old.

If you wish me to weep, you yourself must first feel grief.

Gold delights to walk through the very midst of the guard, and to break its way through hard rocks, more powerful in its blow than lightning.

Remember you must die whether you sit about moping all day long or whether on feast days you stretch out in a green field, happy with a bottle of Falernian from your innermost cellar.

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