Be not ashamed to have had wild days, but not to have sown your wild oats.

Capture the day, put minimum trust on tomorrow.

Nothing is too high for the daring of mortals: we storm heaven itself in our folly.

Let Apella the Jew believe it.

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.

Be this our wall of brass, to be conscious of having done no evil, and to grow pale at no accusation.

I shall not completely die.