The memory of everything is very soon overwhelmed in time.

Time is a sort of river of passing events, and strong is its current; no sooner is a thing brought to site thn it is swept by and another takes its place, and this too will be swept away.

How much time he saves who does not look to see what his neighbor says or does or thinks

Tomorrow is nothing, today is too late; the good lived yesterday

You must become an old man in good time if you wish to be an old man long.

How strangely men act. They will not praise those who are living at the same time and living with themselves; but to be themselves praised by posterity, by those whom they have never seen or ever will see, this they set much value on.