The bell strikes one. We take no note of time But from its loss.
A man I knew who lived upon a smile, And well it fed him; he look'd plump and fair, While rankest venom foam'd through every vein.
Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority.
Men before you have quit smoking - you can too!
He that's ungrateful has no guilt but one; All other crimes may pass for virtues in him.
At thirty, man suspects himself a fool; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan.