The vice lies not in entering the bordello but in not coming out.

The art of life lies in taking pleasures as they pass, and the keenest pleasures are not intellectual, nor are they always moral.

The vice lies not in entering the bordello but in not coming out.

Those that study particular sciences, and neglect philosophy, are like Penelope's wooers, that make love to the waiting women.

It is not abstinence from pleasures that is best, but mastery over them without being worsted.

If extravagance were a fault, it would not have a place in the festivals of the gods.

Good cheer is no hindrance to a good life.