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.
It is a sweet and seemly thing to die for one's country.
Care clings to wealth: the thirst for more Grows as our fortunes grow.
Each day that fate adds to your life, put down as so much gain.
The covetous person is full of fear; and he or she who lives in fear will ever be a slave.
Let us seize, friends, our opportunity from the day as it passes.