A pauper in the midst of wealth.
He who has lost his money-belt will go where you wish.
Don't waste the opportunity.
Our years Glide silently away. No tears, No loving orisons repair The wrinkled cheek, the whitening hair That drop forgotten to the tomb.
Remember to keep the mind calm in difficult moments.
Better wilt thou live...by neither always pressing out to sea nor too closely hugging the dangerous shore in cautious fear of storms.