That glittering hope is immemorial and beckons many men to their undoing.
The man who knows when not to act is wise. To my mind bravery if forethought.
Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.
No one can confidently say that he will still be living tomorrow.
Death is what men want when the anguish of living is more than they can bear.
None can hold fortune still and make it last.