The short bloom of our brief and narrow life flies fast away. While we are calling for flowers and wine and women, old age is upon us.
One path alone leads to a life of peace. The path of virtue.
Death alone discloses how insignificant are the puny bodies of men.
Some men make fortunes, but not to enjoy them for, blinded by avarice, they live to make fortunes.
Luxury destroys more efficiently than war.
A lucky man is rarer than a white crow.