What we hear strikes the mind with less force than what we see.
Nor has he spent his life badly who has passed it in privacy.
The musician who always plays on the same string is laughed at.
Our years Glide silently away. No tears, No loving orisons repair The wrinkled cheek, the whitening hair That drop forgotten to the tomb.
Force without reason falls of its own weight.
Carpe diem! Rejoice while you are alive; enjoy the day; live life to the fullest; make the most of what you have. It is later than you think.