Carpe diem! Rejoice while you are alive; enjoy the day; live life to the fullest; make the most of what you have. It is later than you think.
Remember when life's path is steep to keep your mind even.
Rule your mind or it will rule you.
A picture is a poem without words
He will always be a slave who does not know how to live upon a little.
Who then is free? The wise man who can govern himself.
Life grants nothing to us mortals without hard work.
Life is largely a matter of expectation.
He has not lived badly whose birth and death has been unnoticed by the world.
We rarely find anyone who can say he has lived a happy life, and who, content with his life, can retire from the world like a satisfied guest.
Does he council you better who bids you, Money, by right means, if you can: but by any means, make money ?
As we speak cruel time is fleeing. Seize the day, believing as little as possible in tomorrow.
That man lives happy and in command of himself, who from day to day can say I have lived. Whether clouds obscure, or the sun illumines the following day, that which is past is beyond recall.
Nor has he spent his life badly who has passed it in privacy.
Content with his past life, let him take leave of life like a satiated guest.
If nothing is delightful without love and jokes, then live in love and jokes.
He possesses dominion over himself, and is happy, who can every day say, "I have lived." Tomorrow the heavenly father may either involve the world in dark clouds, or cheer it with clear sunshine, he will not, however, render ineffectual the things which have already taken place.
Refrain from asking what going to happen tomorrow, and everyday that fortune grants you, count as gain.
In the midst of hopes and cares, of apprehensions and of disquietude, regard every day that dawns upon you as if it was to be your last; then super-added hours, to the enjoyment of which you had not looked forward, will prove an acceptable boon.
The short span of life forbids us to spin out hope to any length. Soon will night be upon you, and the fabled Shades, and the shadowy Plutonian home.
Life gives nothing to man without labor.
He who postpones the hour of living as he ought, is like the rustic who waits for the river to pass along (before he crosses); but it glides on and will glide forever. [Lat., Vivendi recte qui prorogat horam Rusticus expectat dum defluat amnis; at ille Labitur et labetur in omne volubilis aevum.]
He is always a slave who cannot live on little.
When evil times prevail, take care to preserve the serenity of your hear.
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