Yet I pity the poor wretch, though he's my enemy. He's yoked to an evil delusion, but the same fate could be mine. I see clearly: we who live are all phantoms, fleeing shadows.

The good befriend themselves.

Strike at a great man, and you will not miss.

We have only a little time to please the living. But all eternity to love the dead.

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

If you are out of trouble, watch for danger. And when you live well, then consider the most your life, lest ruin take it unawares.

Wisdom is a dreadful thing when it brings no knowledge to its possessor.