Today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday. Tragedy isn't getting something or failure to get it; it's losing something you already have. Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.
Who knoweth if to die be but to live, and that called life by mortals be but death?
The little done doth vanish to the mind which forward sees how much remains to do.
There is the sky, which is all men's together.
Prepare yourselves for the roaring voice of the God of Joy!
In every work a reward added makes the pleasure twice as great.