Our happiness depends on wisdom all the way.

There are some who praise a man free from disease; to me no man who is poor seems free from disease but to be constantly sick.

Rash indeed is he who reckons on tomorrow, or happily on the days beyond it; for tomorrow is not, until today is past.

To me no profitable speech sounds ill.

The strongest iron, hardened in the fire, most often ends in scraps and shatterings.

Rather throw away that which is dearest to you, your own life, than turn away a good friend.

The kind of man who always thinks that he is right, that his opinions, his pronouncements, are the final word, when once exposed shows nothing there. But a wise man has much to learn without a loss of dignity.