If wisdom were offered me with this restriction, that I should keep it close and not communicate it, I would refuse the gift.

What madness it is for a man to starve himself to enrich his heir, and so turn a friend into an enemy! For his joy at your death will be proportioned to what you leave him.

We suffer more in imagination than in reality.

People pay the doctor for his trouble; for his kindness they still remain in his debt.

However wretched a fellow-mortal may be, he is still a member of our common species.

Dead, we become the lumber of the world, And to that mass of matter shall be swept Where things destroyed with things unborn are kept.

What you think is the summit is only a step up