Recognosce singulos, considera universos: nullius non vita spectat in crastinum. Quid in hoc sit mali quaeris? Infinitum. Non enim vivunt sed victuri sunt: omnia differunt. Etiamsi attenderemus, tamen nos vita praecurreret; nunc vero cunctantes quasi aliena transcurrit et ultimo die finitur, omni perit.
Prisimink kiekvieną žmogų, pamąstyk apie visus: kiekvieno gyvenimas užimtas rytdiena. Tu paklausi, ar yra čia kas nors bloga. Be galo daug. Juk jie ne gyvena, o tik rengiasi gyventi ir viską atidėlioja. Kiek besistengtume, gyvenimas vis tiek mus pralenks. Dabar jis pro mus, begaištančius, iš tiesų prabėga lyg svetimas ir, kasdien taip praeidamas, baigiasi paskutiniąja diena.
Consider individuals, survey men in general; there is none whose life does not look forward to the morrow. “What harm is there in this,” you ask? Infinite harm; for such persons do not live, but are preparing to live. They postpone everything. Even if we paid strict attention, life would soon get ahead of us; but as we are now, life finds us lingering and passes us by as if it belonged to another, and though it ends on the final day, it perishes every day.