Virture offers the only path in this life that leads to tranquility.

Writing in the incurable itch that possesses many.

For the short-lived bloom and contracted span of brief and wretched life is fast fleeting away! While we are drinking and calling for garlands, ointments, and women, old age steals swiftly on with noiseless step.

This is his first punishment, that by the verdict of his own heart no guilty man is acquitted.

Many commit the same crimes with a very different result. One bears a cross for his crime; another a crown.

The wise man sets bounds even to his innocent desires.

What man have you ever seen who was contented with one crime only?