When I want to understand what is happening today or try to decide what will happen tomorrow, I look back.

Living Life Tomorrow's fate, though thou be wise, Thou canst not tell nor yet surmise; Pass, therefore, not today in vain, For it will never come again.

A hair divides what is false and true.

A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou.

The thoughtful soul to solitude retires.

Oh, the brave Music of a distant drum!