Those we call the ancients were really new in everything.
Our nature consists in motion; complete rest is death.
If ignorance were bliss, he'd be a blister
Rivers are highways that move on and bear us whither we wish to go.
Clarity of mind means clarity of passion, too; this is why a great and clear mind loves ardently and sees distinctly what it loves.
The weather and my mood have little connection. I have my foggy and my fine days within me; my prosperity or misfortune has little to do with the matter.