He that has given today may, if he so please, take away tomorrow.
Without love and laughter there is no joy; live amid love and laughter.
Pale death with an impartial foot knocks at the hovels of the poor and the palaces of king.
The lofty pine is oftenest shaken by the winds; High towers fall with a heavier crash; And the lightning strikes the highest mountain.
The bowl dispels corroding cares.
While we're talking, envious time is fleeing: pluck the day, put no trust in the future