Let him not boast who puts his armor on as he who puts it off, the battle done.

And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, and silently steal away.

Nothing that is can pause or stay; / The moon will wax, the moon will wane, / The mist and cloud will turn to rain, / The rain to mist and cloud again, / Tomorrow be today.

Were a star quenched on high,For ages would its light,Still travelling downward from the sky,Shine on our mortal sight. So when a great man dies,For years beyond our ken,The light he leaves behind him liesUpon the paths of men.

Whoever benefits his enemy with straightforward intention that man's enemies will soon fold their hands in devotion.

A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.

Make not thyself the judge of any man.