Book: Moral letters to Lucilius. Page 5

Life is a thing rude. You came a long way - it means, somewhere will slip and get a kick and fall, and be tired, and exclaim, "to die!" and, therefore, lie.

Life is like a play in theatre: it's not how much it lasts and how well played.

After all, sin and believe everyone and trust no one, I would say, first Vice noble, the second is safer.

We defend our vices, as love them, and preferred to forgive them and not cast.

Reached the top someone who knows what to enjoy.

Death is not evil. - You ask what she is? - The only thing that all mankind are equal.

Love the Motherland not because it is great, but for what its.

The reason: at a glance they are small, but grow as do their job. Said little, but said, if sink into the soul, grows and gives fruit. I repeat, the same the lot of instruction, that of the seed short, they can be a lot, if only to get them, as I said, in the right soul, able to accept them. And she will bear fruit, obtained by returning a hundredfold.

Consider yourself blessed when he becomes the source of all their pleasures, when one of the things that people are kidnapped, guard what you crave, you will find not only that the would prefer, but why would you want to.

Will keep in the hands of today - the less you depend on tomorrow. Not while you delay, life will fly.

Too late to be Thrifty when left on the bottom.

The greatest part of life we spend on mistakes and bad things, a lot - to do nothing, and most of my life - not on those things that need.

Not the beautiful, which praised an arm or a leg; and the one who have the entire form will not allow you to admire the individual features.

Let it be our highest aim one: to say how we feel and to live as we speak.