Heaven has not learned of my arrival, and my departure will not in the least diminish it beauty and grandeur. I will sleep underground, for us ephemeral mortals, the only eternity is the moment and drinking to the moment is better than weeping for it.

There was a door to which I found no key: There was the veil through which I might not see.

I can’t reveal the mystery to either saint or sinner; I can’t state at length what I’ve said curtly; I achieve an altered state that I can’t explain; I have a secret that I cannot share.

My friend, let's not think of tomorrow, but let's enjoy this fleeting moment of life.

You know, my friends, with what a brave carouse I made a Second Marriage in my house; favored old barren reason from my bed, and took the daughter of the vine to spouse.

If I don't enjoy myself now, when shall I?

The Stars are setting and the Caravan Starts for the Dawn of Nothing-Oh, make haste!