As far as I am concerned, no road that would lead us to health is either arduous or expensive.

We have no participation in Being, because all human nature is ever midway between being born and dying, giving off only a vague image and shadow of itself, and a weak and uncertain opinion. And if you chance to fix your thoughts on trying to grasp its essence, it would be neither more nor less than if your tried to clutch water.

Death pays all debts.

I never met a man who thought his thinking was faulty.

Since I would rather make of him an able man than a learned man, I would also urge that care be taken to choose a guide with a well-made rather than a well-filled head.

Learned we may be with another man's learning: we can only be wise with wisdom of our own.

An untempted woman cannot boast of her chastity.