Live thy life as it were spoil and pluck the joys that fly.

Live thy life as it were spoil and pluck the joys that fly.

It is not he who forms idols in gold or marble that makes them gods, but he who kneels before them.

While you remain at home your hair is at the hairdresser's; you take out your teeth at night and sleep tucked away in a hundred cosmetics boxes - even your face does not sleep with you.

Fortune gives too much to many, enough to none.

You are sad in the midst of every blessing. Take care that Fortune does not observe--or she will call you ungrateful.

Some things are good, some middling, more bad.