Behold the rain which descends from heaven upon our vineyards; there it enters the roots of the vines, to be changed into wine; a constant proof that God loves us, and loves to see us happy.
Wise men don't need advice. Fools won't take it.
I am lord of myself, accountable to none.
Most men die at 25, we just don't bury them until they are 70.
All would live long, but none would be old.
Our whole life is but a greater and longer childhood.