You don't know what kind of day you will have, until evening.
To me no profitable speech sounds ill.
Death is not the greatest of evils; it is worse to want to die, and not be able to.
Deem no man happy until he passes the edo fhis life without suffering grief.
You clearly hate to yield, but you will regret it when your anger has passed. Such natures are justly the hardest for themselves to bear.
I see that all of us who live are nothing but images or insubstantial shadow.