To be able to enjoy one's past life is to live twice.

The bee is enclosed, and shines preserved, in a tear of the sisters of Phaeton, so that it seems enshrined in its own nectar. It has obtained a worthy reward for its great toils; we may suppose that the bee itself would have desired such a death.

To the ashes of the dead glory comes too late.

The world is blessed most by men who do things, and not by those who merely talk about them. -James Oliver 'Tomorrow I will live,' the fool does say; tomorrow itself is late; the wise live yesterday.

Be merry if you are wise.

Gifts are like fish-hooks; for who is not aware that the greedy char is deceived by the fly which he swallows?

I do not hate the man, but his vices.