This is the reason we cannot complain of life:it keeps no one against his will

Time heals what reason cannot

Give yourself time and room; what reason could not avoid, delay has often cured

This is our chief bane, that we live not according to the light of reason, but after the fashion of others. [Lat., Id nobis maxime nocet, quod non ad rationis lumen sed ad similitudinem aliorum vivimus.]

No action will be considered blameless, unless the will was so, for by the will the act was dictated.

You live as if you were destined to live forever, no thought of your frailty ever enters your head, of how much time has already gone by you take no heed. You squander time as if you drew from a full and abundant supply, though all the while that day which you bestow on some person or thing is perhaps your last.