The thoughtful soul to solitude retires.
A drink is shorter than a tale
If I don't enjoy myself now, when shall I?
There was a door to which I found no key: There was the veil through which I might not see.
We are in truth but pieces on this chess board of life, which in the end we leave, only to drop one by one into the grave of nothingness.
Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.