Drop the question of what tomorrow may bring, and count as profit every day that Fate allows you.
Nothing is swifter than rumor.
Anger is a momentary madness.
Nothing's beautiful from every point of view.
Glory drags all men along, low as well as high, bound captive at the wheels of her glittering car.
The short span of life forbids us to spin out hope to any length. Soon will night be upon you, and the fabled Shades, and the shadowy Plutonian home.