Let us reflect in this way, too, that there is good hope that death is a blessing, for it is one of two things: either the dead are nothing and have no perception of anything, or it is, as we are told, a change and a relocation for the soul from here to another place.

Though flattery blossoms like friendship, yet there is a vast difference in the fruit.

Not by wisdom do they [poets] make what they compose, but by a gift of nature and an inspiration similar to that of the diviners and the oracles.

When you want wisdom and insight as badly as you want to breathe, it is then you shall have it.

The same wind is blowing, and yet one of us may be cold and the other not.

There are two kinds of disease of the soul, vice and ignorance.

Do not do to others what angers you if done to you by others.