A friend in word is never friend of mine.
What house, bloated with luxury, ever became prosperous without a woman's excellence?
Success is dependant on effort.
For the wretched one night is like a thousand; for someone faring well death is just one more night.
When men have killed joy, I do not believe they still live.
Why should man fear since chance is all in all for him, and he can clearly foreknow nothing? Best to live lightly, as one can, unthinkingly.