Why harass with eternal purposes a mind to weak to grasp them?
Anger is a momentary madness, so control your passion or it will control you.
That destructive siren, sloth, is ever to be avoided.
He that has given today may, if he so please, take away tomorrow.
Not treasured wealth, nor the consul's lictor, can dispel the mind's bitter conflicts and the cares that flit, like bats, about your fretted roofs.
In the midst of hopes and cares, of apprehensions and of disquietude, regard every day that dawns upon you as if it was to be your last; then super-added hours, to the enjoyment of which you had not looked forward, will prove an acceptable boon.