We are always complaining that our days are few, and acting as though there would be no end to them.
Seneca the YoungerHe who has fostered the sweet poison of love by fondling it, finds it too late to refuse the yoke which he has of his own accord assumed.
Seneca the YoungerThe comfort of having a friend may be taken away, but not that of having had one.
Seneca the YoungerThe things which we hold in our hands, which we see with our eyes, and which our avarice hugs, are transitory, they may be taken from us by ill luck or by violence; but a kindness lasts even after the loss of that by means of which it was bestowed; for it is a good deed, which no violence can undo.
Seneca the Younger