And yet, after all, what is posthumous fame? Altogether vanity.

How ridiculous and how strange to be surprised at anything which happens in life

Nature which governs the whole will soon change all things which you see, and out of their substance will make other things and again other things... in order that the world may be ever new.

The happiness of those who want to be popular depends on others; the happiness of those who seek pleasure fluctuates with moods outside their control; but the happiness of the wise grows out of their own free acts.

Each thing is of like form from everlasting and comes round again in its cycle...

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.

Tomorrow is nothing, today is too late; the good lived yesterday.