Fools, your reward is neither here nor there.

To-day is thine to spend, but not to-morrow; Counting on morrows breedeth bankrupt sorrow: O squander not this breath that Heaven hath lent thee; Make not too sure another breath to borrow.

I came like Water, and like Wind I go.

Oh, the brave Music of a distant drum!

You've seen the world, and all you've seen is nothing; and everything, as well, that you have said and heard is nothing. You've sprinted everywhere between here and the horizon; it is nothing. And all the possessions you've treasured up at home are nothing.

Heaven but the vision of fulfilled desire, and Hell the shadow from a soul on fire.

Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.