The fates lead the willing, and drag the unwilling.

There is no evil that does not promise inducements. Avarice promises money; luxury, a varied assortment of pleasures; ambition, a purple robe and applause. Vices tempt you by the rewards they offer.

Death falls heavily on that man who, known too well to others, dies in ignorance of himself.

Health is the soul that animates all the enjoyments of life, which fade and are tasteless without it.

Nothing is more honorable than a grateful heart.

We deliberate about the parcels of life, but not about life itself, and so we arrive all unawares at its different epochs, and have the trouble of beginning all again. And so finally it is that we do not walk as men confidently towards death, but let death come suddenly upon us.

The man who can be compelled knows not how to die.