Years, following years, steal something every day; At last they steal us from ourselves away.
We are just statistics, born to consume resources.
Dismiss the old horse in good time, lest he fail in the lists and the spectators laugh.
The cask will long retain the flavour of the wine with which it was first seasoned.
Capture your reader, let him not depart, from dull beginnings that refuse to start
Anger is a momentary madness, so control your passion or it will control you.