A Fool (n.) with all his other faults is always getting ready to live.
The Fool (n.) is a hungry dog tossed scraps by Fortune: he swallows each one whole and gapes for the next, never enjoying any.
The Fool (n.) is blown about by every impression from outside, Seneca says, letting them mingle unexamined with his own desires and illusions until he cannot tell world from wish.
A Fool (n.) needs nothing, because he does not know how to use anything, and is in want of everything; the wise man needs many things and wants nothing.
The Fool (n.) is scattered in time: he remembers nothing, lets his life drift past, changes his way of living every day, and reaches old age without ever having thought about it.