Let your mind, happily contented with the present, care not what the morrow will bring with it.
HoraceRains driven by storms fall not perpetually on the land already sodden, neither do varying gales for ever disturb the Caspian sea.
HoraceI have reared a memorial more enduring than brass, and loftier than the regal structure of the pyramids, which neither the corroding shower nor the powerless north wind can destroy; no, not even unending years nor the flight of time itself. I shall not entirely die. The greater part of me shall escape oblivion.
Horace