Life is short, and the Art long; the occasion fleeting; experience fallacious, and judgment difficult. The physician must not only be prepared to do what is right himself, but also to make the patient, the attendants, and externals cooperate.
But when spring and summer happens, it's intuition. Everything is based on intuition. There's not too much time to overthink, over-complicate. Those wild strawberries, they might be there for two days.
We lose weeks like buttons, like pencils.
My efforts with Hollywood are like things written in water.
I don't think many people get second chances when it comes to the music scene.
Life is so complicated a game that the devices of skill are liable to be defeated at every turn by air-blown chances, incalculable as the descent of thistle-down.
Time goes too quickly. This is the advice that my mother should have given me from her hospital bed. Instead of vague, unknowable quips like "Be careful what you wish for," she should have told me time slides away on a hillside of loose shale and takes everything in its path - dreams, opportunities, hopes. And youth. It takes that fastest of all.
For most of us, dreams come true only after they do not matter, Only in childhood do we ever have the chance of making dreams come true when they mean everything.
Oh if life were made of moments Even now and then a bad one--! But if life were only moments, Then you'd never know you had one.
We can do all we wish while we live; afterward, we are less than the meanest.
Nothing lasts forever in my profession.
In life, and in sports, we all know that nothing lasts forever.
Art is long, life is short; judgement difficult, opportunity transient.
You have to hurry up if you want to see something, everything disappears.
Multa ferunt anni venientes commoda secum, Multa recedentes adimiunt. (The years, as they come, bring many agreeable things with them; as they go, they take many away.)
No one can keep their word. Everyone's in hurry and jumping to the next opportunity. There's something missing.
Life's short, you know? Especially as an athlete. Your career is very short, and you use the opportunities that you have because you're not going to have them again.
Fortune, like a coy mistress, loves to yield her favors, though she makes us wrest them from her.
Make use of time, let not advantage slip; Beauty within itself should not be wasted: Fair flowers that are not gather'd in their prime Rot and consume themselves in little time.
Everything is about to disappear. You've got to hurry up if you still want to see things.
You are young, and I am older; You are hopeful, I am not- Enjoy life, ere it grow colder- Pluck the roses ere they rot.
Life is short, art long, opportunity fleeting, experiment uncertain, and judgment difficult.
The man who lies asleep will never waken fame, and his desire and all his life drift past him like a dream, and the traces of his memory fade from time like smoke in air, or ripples on a stream.
Nominations come and go. It is not going to happen to you every year, and I am very well aware of that.
Catch, then, oh! catch the transient hour, Improve each moment as it flies; Life's a short summer-man a flower; He dies-alas! how soon he dies!
