Anger is short-lived madness.
They change their sky, not their mind, who cross the sea. A busy idleness possesses us: we seek a happy life, with ships and carriages: the object of our search is present with us.
The explanation avails nothing, which in leading us from one difficulty involves us in another.
You must avoid sloth, that wicked siren.
Whither, O god of wine, art thou hurrying me, whilst under thy all-powerful influence?
Whoever cultivates the golden mean avoids both the poverty of a hovel and the envy of a palace.