While we are postponing, life speeds by.

That which we are not permitted to have we delight in; that which we can have is disregarded.

Those that are a friend to themselves are sure to be a friend to all.

On him does death lie heavily, who, but too well known to all, dies to himself unknown.

As Lucretius says: 'Thus ever from himself doth each man flee.' But what does he gain if he does not escape from himself? He ever follows himself and weighs upon himself as his own most burdensome companion. And so we ought to understand that what we struggle with is the fault, not of the places, but of ourselves

The greatest chastisement that a man may receive who hath outraged another, is to have done the outrage; and there is no man who is so rudely punished as he that is subject to the whip of his own repentance.

What is true belongs to me!