Glory paid to our ashes comes too late.
Conceal a flaw, and the world will imagine the worst.
A man who lives everywhere lives nowhere.
Glory comes too late, after one as been reduced to ashes.
Fortune gives too much to many, enough to none.
Be content to be what you are, and prefer nothing to it, and do not fear or wish for your last day.
If fame is to come only after death, I am in no hurry for it.
You give me nothing during your life, but you promise to provide for me at your death. If you are not a fool, you know what I wish for!
There is no living with thee, nor without thee.
