We consume our tomorrows fretting about our yesterdays.
The belly (i.e. necessity) is the teacher of art and the liberal bestower of wit.
He who conquers, endures.
He conquers who endures.
It is pleasing to be pointed at with the finger and to have it said, "There goes the man."
[Lat., At pulchrum est digito monstrari et dicier his est.]
But when to-morrow comes, yesterday's morrow will have been already spent: and lo! a fresh morrow will be for ever making away with our years, each just beyond our grasp.
The belly is the giver of genius.
Nothing can be born of nothing; nothing can be resolved into nothing.
Your knowing a thing is nothing, unless another knows you know it.
You follow words of the toga (language of the cultivated class).
[Lat., Verba togae sequeris.]
The stomach is the teacher of the arts and the dispenser of invention.
Our life is our own to-day, to-morrow you will be dust, a shade, and a tale that is told. Live mindful of death; the hour flies.
Oh, what a void there is in things.
Thou art moist and soft clay; thou must instantly be shaped by the glowing wheel.
[Lat., Udum et molle lutum es: nunc, nunc properandus et acri
Fingendus sine fine rota.]
Oh, the cares of men! how much emptiness there is in human concerns!
Live according to your income.
Bad advice is often most fatal to the adviser.
Is any man free except the one who can pass his life as he pleases?
You pray for good health and a body that will be strong in old age. Good-but your rich foods block the gods' answer and tie Jupiter's hands.
Each man has his own desires; all do not possess the same inclinations.
I know you even under the skin.
That no one, no one at all, should try to search into himself! But the wallet of the person in front is carefully kept in view.
[Lat., Ut nemo in sese tentat descendere, nemo!
Sed praecedenti spectatur mantica tergo.]
Retire within thyself, and thou will discover how small a stock is there.
[Lat., Tecum habita, et noris quam sit tibi curta supellex.]
O natal star, thou producest twins of widely different character.
[Lat., Geminos, horoscope, varo Producis genio.]
Please not thyself the flattering crowd to hear;
'Tis fulsome stuff, to please thy itching ear.
Survey thy soul, not what thou does appear,
But what thou art.
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