Alas, how quickly the gratitude owed to the dead flows off, how quick to be proved a deceiver.
There is some pleasure even in words, when they bring forgetfulness of present miseries.
Heaven never helps the man who will not help himself
The happiest life is to be without thought
When I have tried and failed, I shall have failed.
Oh death, death, why do you never come to me thus summoned always day by day?