Virtue lies half way between two opposite vices.

I am doubting what to do.

Little folks become their little fate.

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.

Think of the wonders uncorked by wine! It opens secrets, gives heart to our hopes, pushes the cowardly into battle, lifts the load from anxious minds, and evokes talents. Thanks to the bottle's prompting no one is lost for words, no one who's cramped by poverty fails to find release.

I have to submit to much in order to pacify the touchy tribe of poets.

While your client is watching for you at the front door, slip out at the back.