I want to live, and die with you.
Be smart, drink your wine.
Our years Glide silently away. No tears, No loving orisons repair The wrinkled cheek, the whitening hair That drop forgotten to the tomb.
The more a man denies himself, the more shall he obtain from God.
He who is greedy is always in want.
I prayed only for a small piece of land, a garden, an ever-flowing spring, and bit of woods.