The glory is for those who deserve.
Seize the day, trusting as little as possible in the future.
All men do not admire and delight in the same objects.
I praise her (Fortune) while she lasts; if she shakes her quick wings, I resign what she has given, and take refuge in my own virtue, and seek honest undowered Poverty.
Anger is brief madness
Seize the day, put no trust in the morrow!