The man who thinks only of his own generation is born for few.

Death is a release from and an end of all pains.

No man can live happily who regards himself alone, who turns everything to his own advantage. Thou must live for another, if thou wishest to live for thyself.

There is nothing that we can properly call our own but our time, and yet everybody fools us out of it who has a mind to do it. If a man borrows a paltry sum of money, there must needs be bonds and securities, and every common civility is presently charged upon account. But he who has my time thinks he owes me nothing for it, though it be a debt that gratitude itself can never repay.

So called pleasures, when they go beyond a certain limit, are but punishments.

You roll my log, and I will roll yours.

Without an adversary prowess shrivels. We see how great and efficient it really is only when it shows by endurance what it is capable of.