Live for thy neighbor if thou wouldst live for thyself.
Epicurus says that you should rather have regard to the company with whom you eat and drink, than to what you eat and drink.
Luck is preparation multiplied by opportunity.
Death takes us piecemeal, not at a gulp.
The display of grief makes more demands than grief itself. How few men are sad in their own company.
There's no delight in owning anything unshared.