This body is not a home, but an inn; and that only for a short time.

An age builds up cities: an hour destroys them.

I can see clothes of silk, if materials that do not hide the body, nor even one's decency, can be called clothes. ... Wretched flocks of maids labor so that the adulteress may be visible through her thin dress, so that her husband has no more acquaintance than any outsider or foreigner with his wife's body.

Nothing deters a good man from doing what is honourable.

To be enslaved to oneself is the heaviest of all servitudes.-

A great fortune is a great slavery.

He will live ill who does not know how to die well.