Since every man who lives is born to die, and none can boast sincere felicity, with equal mind, what happens, let us bear, nor joy nor grieve too much for things beyond our care.
John Dryden
There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby, Chapter 7
Some people forget to plant in the spring, idle away the summer hours and then expect to reap in the fall.