Book II
Pleasant it is, when over a great sea the winds trouble the waters, to gaze from shore upon another's great tribulation: not because any man's troubles are a delectable joy, but because to perceive from what ills you are free yourself is pleasant.
Book II
O wretched minds of men, O blind hearts! In what darkness of life, in what great dangers, is passed this term of life, whatever its duration. Nature cries out for nothing else but that pain be removed away out of the body, and that the mind, kept away from care and fear, enjoy a feeling of delight.