Live thy life as it were spoil and pluck the joys that fly.
A vagrant is everywhere at home.
I believe that man to be wretched whom none can please.
If fame is to come only after death, I am in no hurry for it.
Generosity during life is a very different thing from generosity in the hour of death; one proceeds from genuine liberality, and benevolence; the other from pride or fear, or from the fact that you cannot take your money with you to the other world.
It is as good as second life to be able to look back upon our past life with pleasure
Some good, some so-so, and lots plain bad: that's how a book of poems is made, my Friend.
The African lions rush to attack bulls; they do not attack butterflies. [Lat., In tauros Libyci ruunt leones; Non sunt papilionibus molesti.]
Gifts are like hooks.
You ask what a nice girl will do? She won't give an inch, but she won't say no.
Do you ask why I am unwilling to marry a rich wife? It is because I am unwilling to be taken to husband by my wife. The mistress of the house should be subordinate to her husband, for in no other way, Priscus, will the wife and husband be on an equality.
Why do strong arms fatigue themselves with frivolous dumbbells? To dig a vineyard is worthier exercise for men.
This I ask, is it not madness to kill thyself in order to escape death? [Lat., Hic rogo non furor est ne moriare mori?]
Can the fish love the fisherman? [Lat., Piscatorem piscis amare potest?]
There is no living with thee, nor without thee.
If you are poor now, Aemilianus, you will always be poor. Riches are now given to none but the rich.
To the ashes of the dead glory comes too late.
In adversity it is easy to despise life; he is truly brave who can endure a writeched life
The virtuous man is never a novice in worldly things.
Some are good, some are middling, the most are bad.
To have nothing is not poverty. [Lat., Non est paupertas, Nestor, habere nihil.]
Neither fear your death's day nor long for it.
She grieves sincerely who grieves unseen.
If fame comes after death, I'm in no hurry for it. [Lat., Si post fata venit gloria non propero.]
You admire, Vacerra, only the poets of old and praise only those who are dead. Pardon me, I beseech you, Vacerra, if I think death too high a price to pay for your praise.
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