Virtue lies half way between two opposite vices.

A shoe that is too large is apt to trip one, and when too small, to pinch the feet. So it is with those whose fortune does not suit them.

Drop the question of what tomorrow may bring, and count as profit every day that Fate allows you.

Poets are never allowed to be mediocre by the gods, by men or by publishers.

I have lived: tomorrow the Father may fill the sky with black clouds or with cloudless sunshine.

Capture the day, put minimum trust on tomorrow.

The arrow will not always find the mark intended.