War spares not the brave, but the cowardly.
Life is like a chariot-wheel that ever rolls along.
My Passion uncontrolled shall rove, Doubly debauched with Wine and Love.
I both love and do not love; and am mad and not mad.
Today is ours; what do we fear? Today is ours: we have it here. Let's treat it kindly, that it may Wish at least with us to stay.
The sea drinks the air and the sun the sea.