Tomorrow's life is too late. Live today.
Your seventh wife, Phileros, is now being buried in your field. No man's field brings him greater profit than yours, Phileros.
He writes nothing whose writings are not read.
While you cannot resolve what you are, at last you may be nothing.
Nothing is more ill-timed than an ill-timed laugh.
The swifter hand doth the swift words outrun: Before the tongue hath spoke the hand hath done.