Light griefs do speak, while sorrow's tongue is bound.
I would rather be sick than idle.
Shall I tell you what philosophy holds out to humanity? Counsel...You are called in to help the unhappy.
Injustice never rules forever.
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.
Nothing is as certain as that the vices of leisure are gotten rid of by being busy.