It was a wine jar when the molding began: as the wheel runs round why does it turn out a water pitcher?
In Rome you long for the country. In the country you praise to the skies the distant town.
Designedly God covers in dark night the issue of futurity.
He who sings the praises of his boyhood's days.
Believe that each day that shines on you is your last.
Let every man find pleasure in practising the profession he has learnt.