Nothing is stronger than habit.
Time itself flows on with constant motion, just like a river: for no more than a river can the fleeting hour stand still. As wave is driven on by wave, and, itself pursued, pursues the one before, so the moments of time at once flee and follow, and are ever new.
Our neighbour's crop is always more fruitful and his cattle produce more milk than our own.
Love is a believing creature.
The good of other times let people state; I think it lucky I was born so late.
Either do not attempt at all or go through with it.