Anger is a momentary madness.
Drop the question of what tomorrow may bring, and count as profit every day that Fate allows you.
What is wealth to me if I cannot enjoy it?
The cautious wolf fears the pit, the hawk regards with suspicion the snare laid for her, and the fish the hook in its concealment.
I shall strike the stars with my uplifted head.
Imagine every day to he 5 the last6 of a life surrounded with hopes, cares, anger, and fear. The hours, that come unexpectedly, will be so much the more grateful.