
Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.

A hair divides what is false and true.

Drink! for you know not whence you came nor why: drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.

Living Life Tomorrow's fate, though thou be wise, Thou canst not tell nor yet surmise; Pass, therefore, not today in vain, For it will never come again.

Myself when young did eagerly frequent doctor and saint, and heard great argument about it and about: but evermore came out by the same door as in I went.

The moving finger writes, and having written moves on. Nor all thy piety nor all thy wit, can cancel half a line of it.

The thoughtful soul to solitude retires.

There was a door to which I found no key: There was the veil through which I might not see.

When I want to understand what is happening today or try to decide what will happen tomorrow, I look back.

You know, my friends, with what a brave carouse I made a Second Marriage in my house; favored old barren reason from my bed, and took the daughter of the vine to spouse.

My friend, let's not think of tomorrow, but let's enjoy this fleeting moment of life.

Oh, the brave music of a distant drum!

Ah make the most of what yet we may spend, Before we too into dust descend.

Drunkards are doomed to hell, so men declare, Believe it not, 'tis but a foolish scare; Heaven will be empty as this hand of mine, If none who love good drink find entrance there.

Tonight I will make a tun of wine, Set myself up with two bowls of it; First I will divorce absolutely reason and religion, Then take to wife the daughter of the vine.

The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes - or it prospers; and anon; Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty face Lighting a little Hour or two - is gone.