I am afraid that our eyes are bigger than our stomachs, and that we have more curiosity than understanding. We grasp at everything, but catch nothing except wind.
My art and profession is to live.
I myself am more ready to distort a fine saying in order to patch it on to me than to distort the thread of my argument to go in search of one.
Neither good nor ill is done to us by Fortune: she merely offers us the matter and the seeds: our soul, more powerful than she is, can mould it or sow them as she pleases, being the only cause and mistress of our happy state or our unhappiness.
Whoever will be cured of ignorance, let him confess it.
If a man has no heart for either living or dying; if he has no will either to resist or to run away: what are we to do with him?