Old age is by nature rather talkative.

How do our philosophers act? Do they not inscribe their signatures to the very essays they write on the propriety of despising glory.

The name of peace is sweet and the thing itself good, but between peace and slavery there is the greatest difference.

I am much beholden to old age, which has increased my eagerness for conversation in proportion as it has lessened my appetites of hunger and thirst.

They condemn what they do not understand.

I hope that the memory of our friendship will be everlasting.

I do not understand what the man who is happy wants in order to be happier.