Our years Glide silently away. No tears, No loving orisons repair The wrinkled cheek, the whitening hair That drop forgotten to the tomb.
Knowledge without education is but armed injustice.
Seize the day [Carpe diem]: trust not to the morrow.
Whatever you want to teach, be brief.
He who has enough for his wants should desire nothing more.
Seest thou how pale the sated guest rises from supper, where the appetite is puzzled with varieties? The body, too, burdened with I yesterday's excess, weighs down the soul, and fixes to the earth this particle of the divine essence.