Poverty is the mother of crime.

Not to waste time on nonsense. Not to be taken in by conjurors and hoodoo artists with their talk about incantations and exorcism and all the rest of it. Not to be obsessed with quail-fighting or other crazes like that.

Do not act as if you were going to live ten thousand years. Death hangs over you. While you live, while it is in your power, be good.

They know not how many things are signified by the words stealing, sowing, buying, keeping quiet, seeing what ought to be done; for this is not effected by the eyes, but by another kind of vision.

How ridiculous not to flee from one's own wickedness, which is possible, yet endeavor to flee from another's which is not.

Put an end once and for all to this discussion of what a good person should be, and be one.

The act of dying is one of the acts of life.