The man who has learned to triumph over sorrow wears his miseries as though they were sacred fillets upon his brow; and nothing is so entirely admirable as a man bravely wretched.

It's the great soul that surrenders itself to fate, but a puny degenerate thing that struggles.

Life is long if it is full.

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

Before old age I took care to live well; in old age I take care to die well; but to die well is to die willingly.

Drunkenness does not create vice; it merely brings it into view.

These individulas have riches just as we say that we 'have a fever,' when really the fever has us.