The impartial earth opens alike for the child of the pauper and the king.
A bad reader soon puts to flight both wise men and fools.
What has this unfeeling age of ours left untried, what wickedness has it shunned?
Those who seek for much are left in want of much. Happy is he to whom God has given, with sparing hand, as much as is enough.
I have raised for myself a monument more durable than brass.
Who then is free? The one who wisely is lord of themselves, who neither poverty, death or captivity terrify, who is strong to resist his appetites and shun honors, and is complete in themselves smooth and round like a globe