The right moment wears a full head of hair: when it has been missed, you can't get it back; it's bald in the back of the head and never turns around.

Bring down the curtain, the farce is over

But where are the snows of last year? That was the greatest concern of Villon, the Parisian poet.

Fate leads the willing, and th' unwilling draws.

Do you know what Agelisas said, when he was asked why the great city of Lacedomonie was not girded with walls? Because, pointing out the inhabitants and citizens of the city, so expert in military discipline and so strong and well armed: "Here," he said, "are the walls of the city," meaning that there is no wall but of bones, and that towns and cities can have no more secure nor stronger wall than the virtue of their citizens and inhabitants.

I place no hope in my strength, nor in my works: but all my confidence is in God my protector, who never abandons those who have put all their hope and thought in him.

If you understand why a monkey in a family is always mocked and harassed, you understand why monks are rejected by all--both old and young.