I will say with Lorenzo de Medici that those who do not hope for another life are always dead to this one.

A human being needs only a small plot of ground on which to be happy, and even less to lie beneath.

Let us live, while we are alive!

Art is long, life short, judgment difficult, opportunity transient. To act is easy, to think is hard; to act according to our thought is troublesome. Every beginning is cheerful: the threshold is the place of expectation.

Sweet moonlight, shining full and clear, Why do you light my torture here? How often have you seen me toil, Burning last drops of midnight oil. On books and papers as I read, My friend, your mournful light you shed. If only I could flee this den And walk the mountain-tops again, Through moonlit meadows make my way, In mountain caves with spirits play - Released from learning's musty cell, Your healing dew would make me well!

Enjoy when you can, and endure when you must.

True art can only spring from the intimate linking of the serious and the playful.