“For my eightieth year warns me to pack up my baggage before I leave life.”

He who flees at the right time can fight again.

It is necessary for men to be deceived in religion.

Nature made the fields and man the cities.

It is for the good of states that men should be deluded by religion.

The longest part of the journey is said to be the passing of the gate.

What, if as said, man is a bubble.

What is sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander.

Divine Nature gave the fields, human art built the cities.

Divine nature gave us fields, human skill built our cities.

He who overlooks a healthy spot for the site of his house is mad and ought to be handed over to the care of his relations and friends.

Not all who own a harp are harpers.

The number of guests at dinner should not be less than the number of the Graces nor exceed that of the Muses, i.e., it should begin with three and stop at nine.

Let love cover me, just like the leaves on pavements like blankets in fall.

From the Leaves, and Downs, and Beards of Plants, we come at last to the Seeds; and here indeed seems to be the Cabinet of Nature, wherein are laid up its Jewels.”

The chilly morning breeze wakes me this whiff of fall is so welcoming, my soul craves the changing leaves along with the toasty seasonal drinks while I am wrapped in my blanket basking in warm, sweet dreams.

People leave because staying requires effort.

The hardest part of leaving is to make it look so easy… isn’t that the unfortunate fuckin truth.

I leave before being left. I decide.

Love is the force that leaves you colorless.

Being famous used to just defeat me. I wouldn’t leave my house because I was worried about someone being like, ‘Oh, are you Mac Miller?’ and then the rest of the night I couldn’t be myself.