I care not that this moment’s lot was thin and sparsely dealt; all pleasures sweet can be forgot the instant they are felt.

From all that I saw, and everywhere I wandered, I learned that time cannot be spent. It can only be squandered.

May a man live well-enough and long-enough, to leave many joyful widows behind him.

Somewhere I’d heard, or invented perhaps, that the only pleasures found during a waning moon are misfortunes in disguise. Superstition aside, I avoid pleasure during the waning or absent moon out of respect for the bounty this world offers me. I profit from great harvests in life and believe in the importance of seasons.

The youthful body untouched decays the fastest, for no living hands record its splendor; and here youth and time are wasted.

Be there a picnic for the devil,
an orgy for the satyr,
and a wedding for the bride.