Horace

That man lives happy and in command of himself, who from day to day can say I have lived. Whether clouds obscure, or the sun illumines the following day, that which is past is beyond recall.

If you know anything better than this candidly impart it; if not, use this with me.

Drop the question of what tomorrow may bring, and count as profit every day that Fate allows you.

Years, following years, steal something every day; At last they steal us from ourselves away.

Pale death with an impartial foot knocks at the hovels of the poor and the palaces of king.

Happy and thrice happy are those who enjoy an uninterrupted union, and whose love, unbroken by any sour complaints, shall not dissolve until the last day of their existence.

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

Make a good use of the present.

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

As we speak cruel time is fleeing. Seize the day, believing as little as possible in tomorrow.