The man from whom the joys of life have departed is living no more, but should be counted with the dead.

Know'st not whate'er we do is done in love?

To be doing good deeds is man's most glorious task.

If to some my tale seems foolishness I am content that such could count me fool.

Best to live lightly, unthinkingly.

Whenever the deity contrives misfortunes for a man, he first harms their understanding.

In season, all is good.