Each man has his own desires; all do not possess the same inclinations.

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.

Is then thy knowledge of no value, unless another know that thou possessest that knowledge?

Each man has his fancy.

Nothing can be born of nothing; nothing can be resolved into nothing.

Hunger is the teacher of the arts and the bestower of invention. -Magister artis ingenique largitor Venter

We consume our tomorrows fretting about our yesterdays.