History isn't a single road, but a multitude of them.
No poems can please for long or live that are written by water-drinkers.
Once a word has been allowed to escape, it cannot be recalled.
We are but dust and shadow.
The years as they pass plunder us of one thing after another.
Refrain from asking what going to happen tomorrow, and everyday that fortune grants you, count as gain.
Those who cross the sea change only the climate, not their character.
