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.
Dare to begin! He who postpones living rightly is like the rustic who waits for the river to run out before he crosses.
Wisdom at times is found in folly.
Let your poem be kept nine years.
Where there are many beauties in a poem I shall not cavil at a few faults proceeding either from negligence or from the imperfection of our nature.
It is not enough that poetry is agreeable, it should also be interesting.
It is hard! But what can not be removed, becomes lighter through patience.
If nothing is delightful without love and jokes, then live in love and jokes.
Content with his past life, let him take leave of life like a satiated guest.
Believe that each day that shines on you is your last.
Who after wine, talks of wars hardships or of poverty.
Anger is a brief lunacy.
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.
Pale death approaches with equal step, and knocks indiscriminately at the door of teh cottage, and the portals of the palace.