Book: Moral letters to Lucilius. Page 4

Beasts are running just at the sight of dangers, and escaped from them, I no longer felt fear. We have the same worries and the future and the past. Many of our blessings do us harm: so memory brings us back to the things that torment of fear, foresight anticipates the future flour.

Some before huddled in the darkness, it was unclear to see all lit up.

After all, the passion and the bustle of the sign is not active, but restless in a constant agitation of spirit, and habit to count every movement painful - a sign not of serenity, but effeminacy and promiscuity.

Often taught cheating that cheating fear, and suspicion give the right to be treacherous.

If someone you considered a friend and not trust him like myself, then you are mistaken and do not know what is the true friendship.

You do not wander, do not disturb yourself change places. Indeed, such a throwing - a sign of a sick soul.

Of the time we have taken by force, part kidnapping, part flows away in vain.

Health everything is there, everything is at hand; for mischief is extracted with difficulty and pain.

Hunger is not conceited, he's pretty, if it would do it, but he doesn't care. The rest of the flour ill-fated lust for luxury is disciseda it, as would she, after eating, again to want to eat, how can she fill, and to fill the belly, as re-excite thirst, after drinking the first SIPS.

Who has a lot he wants more - and this proves that he has less than he wants. And who has he wants, he reached the goal.

Seeing how many people beat you to it, think about how much they had fallen behind.

In one we shall have no right to complain of life: it does not hold. Do you enjoy life? Live! Not like we can go back from whence he came.

Who among us doesn't exaggerate their suffering, and not deceiving yourself?

All forgive me, no one helps.