Happy the man, and happy he alone,he who can call today his own:he who, secure within, can say,Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.Be fair or foul, or rain or shinethe joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine.Not Heaven itself, upon the past has power,but what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.

The years as they pass plunder us of one thing after another.

Multa ferunt anni venientes commoda secum, Multa recedentes adimiunt. (The years, as they come, bring many agreeable things with them; as they go, they take many away.)

On day is pressed on by another.

Make a good use of the present.

Clogged with yesterday's excess, the body drags the mind down with it.

Youth is unduly busy with pampering the outer person.

Believe that each day that shines on you is your last.

He that has given today may, if he so please, take away tomorrow.