There is a middle ground in things.

To drink away sorrow.

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

Be this thy brazen bulwark, to keep a clear conscience, and never turn pale with guilt.

Multa ferunt anni venientes commoda secum, Multa recedentes adimiunt. (The years, as they come, bring many agreeable things with them; as they go, they take many away.)

Whatever advice you give, be short.

Rule your mind or it will rule you.