Whom does undeserved honour please, and undeserved blame alarm, but the base and the liar?

In trying to be concise I become obscure.

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.

One cannot know everything.

Virtuosi have been long remarked to have little conscience in their favorite pursuits. A man will steal a rarity who would cut off his hand rather than take the money it is worth. Yet, in fact, the crime is the same.

Capture the day, put minimum trust on tomorrow.

Whatever your advice, make it brief.