Poetry is like painting: one piece takes your fancy if you stand close to it, another if you keep at some distance.
I am doubting what to do.
Nothing is so difficult but that man will accomplish it.
Seize the day, trusting as little as possible in the future.
Let those who drink not, but austerely dine, dry up in law; the Muses smell of wine.
In the midst of hopes and cares, of apprehensions and of disquietude, regard every day that dawns upon you as if it was to be your last; then super-added hours, to the enjoyment of which you had not looked forward, will prove an acceptable boon.