To feel our ills is one thing, but to cure them is another.
Why should I go into details, we have nothing that is not perishable except what our hearts and our intellects endows us with.
Chastity, once lost, cannot be recalled; it goes only once.
A thousand ills require a thousand cures.
Pursuits become habits.
It is convenient that there be gods, and, as it is convenient, let us believe there are.