Nos numeros sumus et fruges consumere nati. We are but ciphers, born to consume earth's fruits.
Here, or nowhere, is the thing we seek.
Drive Nature from your door with a pitchfork, and she will return again and again.
Usually the modest person passes for someone reserved, the silent for a sullen person
The cask will long retain the flavour of the wine with which it was first seasoned.
Be not ashamed to have had wild days, but not to have sown your wild oats.