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.

Frugality is one thing, avarice another.

All men do not, in fine, admire or love the same thing.

One night awaits all, and death's path must be trodden once and for all.

Death's dark way Must needs be trodden once, however we pause.

Be this our wall of brass, to be conscious of having done no evil, and to grow pale at no accusation.

Better to accept whatever happens.