Ignorant men do not know what good they hold in their hands until they've flung it away.

A man growing old becomes a child again.

Each say following another, either hastening or putting off our death--what pleasure does it bring? I count that man worthless whois cheered by empty hopes. No, a noble man must either live or die well.

And if you think my acts are foolishness the foolishness may be in a fool's eye.

Kindness is ever the begetter of kindness.

If to some my tale seems foolishness I am content that such could count me fool.

For God hates utterly the bray of bragging tongues.