I have no desire to suffer twice, in reality and then in retrospect.
For this I see, that we, all we that live, Are but vain shadows, unsubstantial dreams.
Let be the future: mind the present need and leave the rest to whom the rest concerns ... present tasks claim our care: the ordering of the future rests where it should rest.
Even from the first it is meek to seek the impossible.
For most men friendship is a faithless harbor.
Each say following another, either hastening or putting off our death--what pleasure does it bring? I count that man worthless whois cheered by empty hopes. No, a noble man must either live or die well.