Nothing is too high for the daring of mortals: we storm heaven itself in our folly. Once a word has been allowed to escape, it cannot be recalled. Pale Death with impartial tread beats at the poor man's cottage door and at the palaces of kings. Remember when life's path is steep to keep your mind even. Sad people dislike the happy, and the happy the sad; the quick thinking the sedate, and the careless the busy and industrious. Seize the day, and put the least possible trust in tomorrow. Sometimes even excellent Homer nods. Sweet and glorious it is to die for one's country. The covetous man is ever in want. The mountains will be in labor, and a ridiculous mouse will be born. | 
