The mad is either insane or he is composing verses.
Jokes aside, let us turn to serious matters.
From the egg to the apple.
One Sallow does not make Summer.
Limbs of a dismembered poet.
Nothing is too high for the daring of mortals: we storm heaven itself in our folly.
Let Apella the Jew believe it.
A pauper in the midst of wealth.
If it is well with your belly, chest and feet – the wealth of kings can’t give you more.
If you know anything better than this candidly impart it; if not, use this with me.
One cannot know everything.
To know all things is not permitted.
Drop the question of what tomorrow may bring, and count as profit every day that Fate allows you.
Don’t just put it off and think about it!
Years, following years, steal something every day; At last they steal us from ourselves away.
Happy and thrice happy are those who enjoy an uninterrupted union, and whose love, unbroken by any sour complaints, shall not dissolve until the last day of their existence.
Youth is unduly busy with pampering the outer person.
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.
We set up harsh and unkind rules against ourselves. No one is born without faults. That man is best who has fewest.