No lie ever reaches old age.
Truth hates delay. (Veritas odit moras.)
In darkness one may be ashamed of what one does, without the shame of disgrace.
You don't know what kind of day you will have, until evening.
From suffering that has been/ Decreed no man will ever find escape
Rash indeed is he who reckons on tomorrow, or happily on the days beyond it; for tomorrow is not, until today is past.