Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
Curiosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.
What shall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own?
The present is an eternal now.
Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.
Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th' approaches of the last.