Those griefs burn most which gall in secret.

Home joys are blessed of heaven.

Death falls heavily on that man who, known too well to others, dies in ignorance of himself.

Reason wishes that the judgement it gives be just; anger wishes that the judgement it has given seem to be just.

Our (the Stoic) motto, as you know, is live according to nature.

It is within the power of every man to live his life nobly, but of no man to live forever. Yet so many of us hope that life will go on forever, and so few aspire to live nobly.

There is this blessing, that while life has but one entrance, it has exits innumerable, and as I choose the house in which I live, the ship in which I will sail, so will I choose the time and manner of my death.