Believe me, you who come after me!
Better to accept whatever happens.
Cease to ask what the morrow will bring forth. And set down as gain each day that Fortune grants.
Cease to inquire what the future has in store, and take as a gift whatever the day brings forth.
Choose a subject equal to your abilities; think carefully what your shoulders may refuse, and what they are capable of bearing.
Drop the question what tomorrow may bring, and count as profit every day that fate allows you.
Fools, through false shame, conceal their open wounds.
For it is your business, when the wall next door catches fire.
Force without judgment falls of its own weight.
Fortune makes a fool of those she favors too much.