Haec ego non multis (scribo), sed tibi: satis enim magnum alter alteri theatrum sumus. I am writing this not to many, but to you: certainly we are a great enough audience for each other.

Some suggestions for you :

The cry of the flesh bids us escape from hunger, thirst, and cold; for he who is free of these and expects to remain so might live in happiness even with Zeus.

It is possible to provide security against other ills, but as far as death is concerned, we men live in a city without walls.

Nothing is sufficient for the person who finds sufficiency too little.

Death means nothing to us.

Death is nothing to us since when we are death has not come and when death has come we are not.

It is impossible to live a pleasant life without living wisely and well and justly. And it is impossible to live wisely and well and justly without living a pleasant life.

The fool's life is empty of gratitude and full of fears; its course lies wholly toward the future.

When you die, your mind will be gone even faster than your body.

Death is nothing to us. When we exist, death is not; and when death exists, we are not. All sensation and consciousness ends with death and therefore in death there is neither pleasure nor pain. The fear of death arises from the belief that in death, there is awareness.

Empty is the argument of the philosopher which does not relieve any human suffering.

Vain is the word of that philosopher which does not heal any suffering of man.

To eat and drink without a friend is to devour like the lion and the wolf.

The wealth required by nature is limited and is easy to procure; but the wealth required by vain ideals extends to infinity.

Men inflict injuries from hatred, jealousy or contempt, but the wise man masters all these passions by means of reason.