Oh, what a void there is in things.
Bad advice is often most fatal to the adviser.
And don't consult anyone's opinions but your own.
Lives there the man with soul so dead as to disown the wish to merit the people's applause, and having uttered words worthy to be kept in cedar oil to latest times, to leave behind him rhymes that dread neither herrings nor frankincense.
We consume our tomorrows fretting about our yesterdays.
Our life is our own to-day, to-morrow you will be dust, a shade, and a tale that is told. Live mindful of death; the hour flies.