Busy not yourself in looking forward to the events of to-morrow; but whatever may be those of the days Providence may yet assign you neglect not to turn them to advantage.

Jokes aside, let us turn to serious matters.

While I am sane I shall compare nothing to the joy of a friend.

A poem is like a painting.

Let him who has once perceived how much that, which has been discarded, excels that which he has longed for, return at once, and seek again that which he despised.

Life grants nothing to us mortals without hard work.

Anger is short-lived madness.