Death, like birth, is a secret of Nature.

To live each day as though one's last, never flustered, never apathetic, never attitudinizing - here is the perfection of character.

The stone that is thrown into the air is none the worse for falling down, and none the better for going up.

Death hangs over thee, While thou still live, while thou may, do good.

To live happily is an inward power of the soul.

Take care that you entertain no notions unsuitable to virtue and reasonable nature.

A spider is proud when it has caught a fly; one man when he has caught a poor hare, and another when he has taken a little fish in a net, and another when he has taken wild boars, and another when he has taken bears, and another when he has taken Sarmatians. Are not these robbers, if you examine their opinions?