And seek for truth in the groves of Academe.
When I struggle to be terse, I end by being obscure.
Abridge your hopes in proportion to the shortness of the span of human life; for while we converse, the hours, as if envious of our pleasure, fly away: enjoy, therefore, the present time, and trust not too much to what to-morrow may produce.
In labouring to be brief, I become obscure.
Seize the day [Carpe diem]: trust not to the morrow.
We are just statistics, born to consume resources.