Things Fit Only To Give Weight To

We Consume Our Tomorrows Fretting About Our Yesterdays.

For Yesterday Was Once To-morrow.

O Natal Star, Thou Producest Twins Of Widely Different Character. [lat., Geminos, Horoscope, Varo Producis Genio.]

Each Man Has His Own Desires; All Do Not Possess The Same Inclinations.

Our Life Is Our Own To-day, To-morrow You Will Be Dust, A Shade, And A Tale That Is Told. Live Mindful Of Death; The Hour Flies.