You throw the sand against the wind and the wind blows it back again.
Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night.
But when he has done this, let him not say that he knows better than his master, for he only holds a candle in sunshine.
Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth.
He who wants, but doesn't act, is a pest.
Fun I love, but too much fun is of all things the most loathsome. Mirth is better than fun, and happiness is better than mirth.