Mix a little foolishness with your serious plans. It is lovely to be silly at the right moment.
The wolf dreads the pitfall, the hawk suspects the snare, and the kite the covered hook.
I beseech you to treasure up in your hearts these my parting words: Be ashamed to die until you have won some victory for humanity.
My liver swells with bile difficult to repress.
Be prepared to go mad with fixed rule and method.
Joyful let the soul be in the present, let it disdain to trouble about what is beyond and temper bitterness with a laugh. Nothing is blessed forever.