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A little while and thou wilt have forgotten everything, a little while and everything will have forgotten thee.
That which is not good for the swarm, neither is it good for the bee.
Do not act as if thou wert going to live ten thousand years. Death hangs over thee. While thou livest, while it is in thy power, be good.
No longer talk at all about the kind of man that a good man ought to be, but be such.
Thou art a little soul bearing about a corpse, as Epictetus used to say.