It is some alleviation to ills we cannot cure to speak of them.
Excessive love in loathing ever ends.
Nothing is swifter than our years.
All things human hang by a slender thread; and that which seemed to stand strong suddenly falls and sinks in ruins.
Thou seest how sloth wastes the sluggish body, as water is corrupted unless it moves.
Death is less bitter punishment than death's delay.