Time is thy barque, and not thy dwelling-place.

Does not the Wise Man tell us—"Life is like a ship that passeth through the waves: when it is gone by, the trace thereof cannot be found"?

I promise myself that I will enjoy every minute of the day that is given me to live.

Remember that lost time does not return.

O that we had spent but one day in this world thoroughly well!

Sic transit gloria mundi [So passes away the glory of this world].

Sic Transit Gloria Mundi (Thus passes the glory of the world).

To-day man is, and to-morrow he will be seen no more. And being removed out of sight, quickly also he is out of mind. O the dulness and hardness of man's heart, which thinketh only of the present, and looketh not forward to the future. Thou oughtest in every deed and thought so to order thyself, as if thou wert to die this day.

If you gave more frequent thought to your death than to a long life, you would unquestionably be more eager to amend your life.

In the morning consider that you may not live till evening, and when evening comes do not dare to promise yourself the dawn.

The days of this life are short and evil, full of grief and distress. Here man is defiled by many sins, ensnared in many passions, enslaved by many fears, and burdened with many cares. He is distracted by many curiosities and entangled in many vanities, surrounded by many errors and worn by many labors, oppressed by temptations, weakened by pleasures, and tortured by want.

Truly all human glory, all temporal honour, all worldly exultation, compared to Thy eternal glory, is but vanity and folly.