To think that the affairs of this life always remain in the same state is a vain presumption; indeed they all seem to be perpetually changing and moving in a circular course. Spring is followed by summer, summer by autumn, and autumn by winter, which is again followed by spring, and so time continues its everlasting round. But the life of man is ever racing to its end, swifter than time itself, without hope of renewal, unless in the next that is limitless and infinite.

In order to attain the impossible, one must attempt the absurd.

The stomach carries the heart, and not the heart the stomach.

All sorrows are less with bread.

Thank you for nothing.

They can expect nothing but their labor for their pains. - Cervantes

Leap out of the frying pan into the fire.