Pass then through this little space of time conformably to nature, and end thy journey in content, just as an olive falls off when it is ripe, blessing nature who produced it, and thanking the tree on which it grew.

After all, what does fame everlasting mean? Mere vanity.

As for life, it is a battle and a sojourning in a strange land; but the fame that comes after is oblivion.

Neither in writing nor in reading wilt thou be able to lay down rules for others before thou shalt have first learned to obey rules thyself.

Give thyself time to learn something new and good, and cease to be whirled around.

You don't have to turn this into something. It doesn't have to upset you. Things can't shape our decisions by themselves.

No one loses any other life than the one he now lives, nor does one live any other life than that which he will lose.