Not knowing anything is the sweetest life.
Even the stout of heart shrink when they see the approach of death.
Alas, how quickly the gratitude owed to the dead flows off, how quick to be proved a deceiver.
The keenest sorrow is to recognize ourselves as the sole cause of all our adversities.
Death is not the worst evil, but rather when we wish to die and cannot.
You would rouse to anger a heart of stone.