The happiest life is to be without thought
Not even old age knows how to love death.
Every wind is fare when we are flying from misfortune.
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.
The oaths of a woman I inscribe on water.
How dreadful knowledge of the truth can be when there's no help in truth!