Riches with their wicked inducements increase; nevertheless, avarice is never satisfied.
While we're talking, time will have meanly run on... pick today's fruits, not relying on the future in the slightest.
Let your mind, happily contented with the present, care not what the morrow will bring with it.
Those who cross the sea, change sky, but not soul.
He appears mad indeed but to a few, because the majority is infected with the same disease.
Busy idleness urges us on.