The tales of our exploits will survive as long as the human voice itself.
I found Rome a city of bricks and left it a city of marble.
Only that which is well done is quickly done.
If we could survive without a wife, citizens of Rome, all of us would do without that nuisance; but since nature has so decreed that we cannot manage comfortably with them, nor live in any way without them, we must plan for our lasting preservation rather than for our temporary pleasure.
I am a man of my word.
We write our names in the sand: and then the waves roll in and wash them away.