Time is the devourer of all things.
In our play we reveal what kind of people we are.
Be patient and tough; someday this pain will be useful to you.
Sleep, rest of nature, O sleep, most gentle of the divinities, peace of the soul, thou at whose presence care disappears, who soothest hearts wearied with daily employments, and makest them strong again for labour!
We must improve our time; time goes with rapid foot.
There is a good deal in a man's mode of eating.