Young men, listen to an old man to whom old men listened when he was young.
Behold them, conquerors of the world, the toga-clad race of Romans!
If we could survive without a wife, citizens of Rome, all of us would do without that nuisance; but since nature has so decreed that we cannot manage comfortably with them, nor live in any way without them, we must plan for our lasting preservation rather than for our temporary pleasure.
We write our names in the sand: and then the waves roll in and wash them away.
Better a cautious commander, and not a rash one.
Practice, the master of all things.