All my life I have been seeking to climb out of the pit of my besetting sins and I cannot do it and I never will unless a hand is let down to draw me up.

We sought therefore to amend our will, and not to suffer it through despite to languish long time in error.

The arts are the servant; wisdom its master.

Time discovers truth. Time heals what reason cannot.

Everything hangs on one's thinking.

That moderation which nature prescribes, which limits our desires by resources restricted to our needs, has abandoned the field; it has now come to this -- that to want only what is enough is a sign both of boorishness and of utter destitution.

Just as I shall select my ship when I am about to go on a voyage, or my house when I propose to take a residence, so shall I choose my death when I am about to depart from life.