While I am sane I shall compare nothing to the joy of a friend.
What's well begun is half done.
He who speaks ill of an absent friend, or fails to take his part if attacked by another, that man is a scoundrel.
Seize the day, trusting as little as possible in the future.
What prevents a man's speaking good sense with a smile on his face?
Catch the opportunity while it lasts, and rely not on what the morrow may bring.