I May Be Wrong, But

It's Interesting To Observe That Almost All Truly Worthy Men Have Simple Manners, And That Simple Manners Are Almost Always Taken As A Sign Of Little Worth

Man Is Doomed Either Squander His Youth, Which Is The Only Time He Has To Store Provisions For The Coming Years And Provide For His Own Well-being, Or To Spend His Youth Procuring Pleasures In Advance For That Time Of Life When He Will Be Too Old To Enjoy Them.

Death Is Not An Evil, Because It Frees Us From All Evils, And While It Takes Away Good Things, It Takes Away Also The Desire For Them. Old Age Is The Supreme Evil, Because It Deprives Us Of All Pleasures, Leaving Us Only The Appetite For Them, And It Brings With It All Sufferings. Nevertheless, We Fear Death, And We Desire Old Age.

I May Be Wrong, But It Seems Rare In Our Age To Find A Widely Praised Person Whose Own Mouth Is Not The Source Of That Praise.

He Who Has The Courage To Laugh Is Almost As Much A Master Of The World As He Who Is Ready To Die.