There is nothing in the whole world which abides. All things are in a state of ebb and flow, and every shadow passes away. Even time itself, like a river, is constantly gliding away .

The prayers of cowards fortune spurns.

Grief brims itself and flows away in tears.

That pleasure which can be safely indulged in is the least inviting.

Love is no assignment for cowards.

Giving calls for genius.

Fools laugh at the Latin language. -Rident stolidi verba Latina