Pain he endures, death he awaits.

Of all these experiences that seem so frightful, none is insuperable. Separate trials have been over- come by many: fire by Mucius, crucifixion by Regulus, poison by Socrates, exile by Rutilius, and a sword-inflicted death by Cato; therefore, let us also overcome something.

All the Good of mortals is mortal.

For this reason those who are tossed about at sea, who proceed uphill and downhill over toilsome crags and heights, who go on campaigns that bring the greatest danger, are heroes and front-rank fighters; but persons who live in rotten luxury and ease while others toil, are mere turtle-doves safe only because men despise them.

And yet life, Lucilius, is really a battle.

As our acts and our thoughts are, so will our lives be.

We often want one thing and pray for another, not telling the truth even to the gods.

Don't ask for what you'll wish you hadn't got.

For no man is free who is a slave to his body.

That man, I declare, is happy whom nothing makes less strong than he is; he keeps to the heights, leaning upon none but himself; for one who sustains himself by any prop may fall.