The deity on purpose [sings] the liveliest of all lyrics through the most miserable poet.

To fear death, gentlemen, is no other then to think oneself wise when one is not, to think one knows what one does not know.

If someone separated the art of counting and measuring and weighing from all the other arts, what was left of each (of the others) would be, so to speak, insignificant.

Wealth is well known to be a great comforter.

Those who practice philosophy in the right way are in training for dying and they fear death least of all men.

No law or ordinance is mightier than understanding.

Much sleep is not required by nature, either for our souls or bodies, or for the action in which they are concerned.