If all misfortunes were laid in one common heap whence everyone must take an equal portion, most people would be contented to take their own and depart.
SocratesOur lives are but specks of dust falling through the fingers of time. Like sands of the hourglass, so are the days of our lives.
SocratesIt is a base thing for a man to wax old in careless self-neglect before he has lifted up his eyes and seen what manner of man he was made to be, in the full perfection of bodily strength and beauty. But these glories are withheld from him who is guilty of self-neglect, for they are not wont to blaze forth unbidden.
Socrates