We consume our tomorrows fretting about our yesterdays.

He conquers who endures.

And don’t consult anyone’s opinions but your own.

We consume our tomorrows fretting about our yesterdays.

Each man has his own desires; all do not possess the same inclinations.

Is any man free except the one who can pass his life as he pleases?

Oh, what a void there is in things.

Out of nothing can come, and nothing can become nothing.

Tomorrow is the day when idlers work, and fools reform, and mortal men lay hold on heaven.