Pale death approaches with equal step, and knocks indiscriminately at the door of teh cottage, and the portals of the palace.

Refrain from asking what going to happen tomorrow, and everyday that fortune grants you, count as gain.

Seize the day, trusting as little as possible in the future.

Whatever you teach, be brief; what is quickly said, the mind readily receives and faithfully retains, everything superfluous runs over as from a full vessel.

In my youth I thought of writing a satire on mankind! but now in my age I think I should write an apology for them.

Fools through false shame, conceal their open wounds.

Of writing well the source and fountainhead is wise thinking.