In my youth I thought of writing a satire on mankind! but now in my age I think I should write an apology for them.
Seize the day, trusting as little as possible in the future.
Busy not yourself in looking forward to the events of to-morrow; but whatever may be those of the days Providence may yet assign you neglect not to turn them to advantage.
Deep in the cavern of the infant's breast; the father's nature lurks, and lives anew.
What has this unfeeling age of ours left untried, what wickedness has it shunned?
From the egg to the apple.