Let those who drink not, but austerely dine, dry up in law; the Muses smell of wine.

Seize the day, trusting as little as possible in the future.

Live as brave men and face adversity with stout hearts.

Much is wanting to those who seek or covet much.

There is a fault common to all singers. When they're among friends and are asked to sing they don't want to, and when they're not asked to sing they never stop.

I am frightened at seeing all the footprints directed towards thy den, and none returning.

Let the fictitious sources of pleasure be as near as possible to the true.