This that I am, whatever it be, is mere flesh and a little breathe and the ruling Reason (Haines translation) - Meditations (c. 161–180 CE) - Book II (Hays translation)
I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.
