Seize the day, and put the least possible trust in tomorrow.
I am frightened at seeing all the footprints directed towards thy den, and none returning.
And Tragedy should blush as much to stoop To the low mimic follies of a farce, As a grave matron would to dance with girls.
Alas, Postumus, the fleeting years slip by, nor will piety give any stay to wrinkles and pressing old age and untamable death.
Without love and laughter there is no joy; live amid love and laughter.
Those unacquainted with the world take pleasure in intimacy with great men; those who are wiser fear the consequences.