Aiming at brevity, I become obscure.

Despise pleasure; pleasure bought by pain in injurious.

Years, following years, steal something every day; At last they steal us from ourselves away.

Adversity reveals genius, prosperity conceals it.

Who has courage to say no again and again to desires, to despise the objects of ambition, who is a whole in himself, smoothed and rounded.

Pale death approaches with equal step, and knocks indiscriminately at the door of teh cottage, and the portals of the palace.

Let your literary compositions be kept from the public eye for nine years at least.