The man is either crazy or he is a poet.
A word, once sent abroad, flies irrevocably.
You will live wisely if you are happy in your lot.
Don't yield to that alluring witch, laziness, or else be prepared to surrender all that you have won in your better moments.
Joyful let the soul be in the present, let it disdain to trouble about what is beyond and temper bitterness with a laugh. Nothing is blessed forever.
Mountains will go into labour, and a silly little mouse will be born.