Nothing is swifter than rumor.
A jest often decides matters of importance more effectively and happily than seriousness.
Our years Glide silently away. No tears, No loving orisons repair The wrinkled cheek, the whitening hair That drop forgotten to the tomb.
Drop the question of what tomorrow may bring, and count as profit every day that Fate allows you.
He appears mad indeed but to a few, because the majority is infected with the same disease.
I beseech you to treasure up in your hearts these my parting words: Be ashamed to die until you have won some victory for humanity.