War I abhor, and yet how sweet The sound along the marching street Of drum and fife, and I forget Wet eyes of widows, and forget Broken old mothers, and the whole Dark butchery without a soul. — Seneca the Younger Copy Share Image
There is nothing that we can properly call our own but our time, and yet everybody fools us out of it who has a mind to do it. If a man borrows a paltry sum of money, there must needs be bonds and securities, and every common civility is presently charged upon account. But he who has my time thinks… — Seneca the Younger Copy Share
Men trust rather to their eyes than to their ears; the effect of precepts is therefore slow and tedious, whilst that of examples is… — Seneca the Younger Copy Share Image
A great step towards independence is a good-humored stomach, one that is willing to endure rough treatment. — Seneca the Younger Copy Share Image
Men can be divided into 2 groups: one that goes ahead and achieves something, and one that comes after and criticizes. — Seneca the Younger Copy Share Image
Such as the chain of causes we call Fate, such is the chain of wishes: one links on to another; the whole man is… — Seneca the Younger Copy Share Image
The road by precepts is tedious, by example, short and efficacious. — Seneca the Younger Copy Share Image
He who does not want to die should not want to live. For life is tendered to us with the proviso of death. Life… — Seneca the Younger Copy Share Image
Let us not seek our disease out of ourselves; 'tis in us, and planted in our bowels; and the mere fact that we do… — Seneca the Younger Copy Share Image
