Gifts are like fish-hooks; for who is not aware that the greedy char is deceived by the fly which he swallows?
It is folly to waste labour about trifles.
He who writes distichs, wishes, I suppose, to please by brevity. But, tell me, of what avail is their brevity, when there is a whose book full of them?
Genuine is the sorrow endured without anyone else knowing about it.
Tomorrow's life is too late. Live today.
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.