Whatever may be said, even in the case of virtue, the ultimate goal is enjoyment.
We all appreciate the good only after we have lost it for good.
Pride and thirst for vain fame and power, behold the poisonous serpent which, once it has penetrated into the hearts of dignitaries, makes its home there until it destroys everything, by isolation and enmity: for each tends to be, first, second after first , then the equal of the first, and finally the most important and above the first.
If you want to be successful, you have to act like you are.
Women usually hate by nature those whom their men love, and not out of malice.
Health is pleasure itself or produces pleasure as fire produces heat.
He who is hesitant by nature, not only does not himself perform any kind of brave deed, but also conveys fear to his companions.
The wise will rather avoid disease than choose the remedies against it.
There is no accusation so grave that no justification can be found for it.
Stealing someone's pleasure, insisting on getting your own, is unfair.
Happiness does not consist in any kind of pleasure, but only in honest and noble ones.
But what about death? Is there any evil, As it seems to us? Or maybe dying, In the bitter hour, he being the last, Just like in the first hour, it won't be hard for us at all?
Ah, if we could bribe her dying, With gold, - to stay as far away from us as possible, It would certainly make sense to devote your life to Enrichment.
Matter is deathless, only forms disappear. God's world is a theater. Its entrance is free, its Dome is of the vaulted sky.
He is happy, he is equally happy who knows the measure, Who wisely follows the good example And trusts in himself, regardless of the times.
Greatness of soul, law, and righteous judgment - All virtues - live deep in the forest, And rarely are they given the luxurious purple mantle.
The world is a theater, and we - unwilling actors, Almighty Fate casts, And Heaven watches how we play!
The crowd hurled insults at him, But the singer, after death, becomes like a god.
Friends, let's cheat death and drink to love. Maybe tomorrow we won't see each other, Today we are alive, but tomorrow - who knows!
Worldly happiness is so deceptive! And tomorrow he will turn himself into dust Who kept waiting for the king to look down on him And flattered himself in front of him.
And in flesh, and in blood, and in blood, and in bones, From birth we carry in us the wretched passion.
Only the faithfulness of friends is a true treasure, It is more valuable than all the riches of the world.
Truly he loved who never turned from the way, And happy was he, having only one love.
May there be any other creature in the world, What seeks to destroy those of the same race? For only man, when he has the opportunity, With pleasure harms those like himself.
Let's drink! How drunk we will be, let's fall! Believe me, it is better to lie down drunk in bed, than for the grave to swallow you awake.
The time of the golden age has not yet passed: Unwillingly, at present, in the breast of man, The sight of gold produces disturbance.
Unhappy is the ruler around whom there is a flatterer.
When it comes to love, neither the mind, nor the heart, nor the soul Make two frozen onions.
But no one is able, of whatever kind, To change his nature by himself, at the command, To live someone else's life, to play someone else's role.
That's how love is and that's how the world is made: He who deserves happiness is not lucky, And nothing is denied to a fool.