→ A sailor without a destination cannot hope for a favorable wind.
→ To go wrong in one's own way is better than to go right in someone else's.
→ We are weighed down, every moment, by the conception and the sensation of Time. And there are but two means of escaping and forgetting this nightmare: pleasure and work. Pleasure consumes us. Work strengthens us. Let us choose.
→ I think the first virtue is to restrain the tongue; he approaches nearest to gods who knows how to be silent, even though he is in the right.