Busy not yourself in looking forward to the events of to-morrow; but whatever may be those of the days Providence may yet assign you neglect not to turn them to advantage.
He appears mad indeed but to a few, because the majority is infected with the same disease.
Content with his past life, let him take leave of life like a satiated guest.
Anger is a momentary madness.
If you drive nature out with a pitchfork, she will soon find a way back.
Wine brings to light the hidden secrets of the soul, gives being to our hopes, bids the coward flight, drives dull care away, and teaches new means for the accomplishment of our wishes.