By the favour of the heavens

I have lived: tomorrow the Father may fill the sky with black clouds or with cloudless sunshine.

Naturam expellas furca, tamen usque revenit. You can drive nature out with a pitchfork, she will nevertheless come back.

He wears himself out by his labours, and grows old through his love of possessing wealth.

Who has courage to say no again and again to desires, to despise the objects of ambition, who is a whole in himself, smoothed and rounded.

He that has given today may, if he so please, take away tomorrow.

Rains driven by storms fall not perpetually on the land already sodden, neither do varying gales for ever disturb the Caspian sea.