Our life is our own to-day, to-morrow you will be dust, a shade, and a tale that is told. Live mindful of death; the hour flies.

Lives there the man with soul so dead as to disown the wish to merit the people's applause, and having uttered words worthy to be kept in cedar oil to latest times, to leave behind him rhymes that dread neither herrings nor frankincense.

Each man has his own desires; all do not possess the same inclinations.

Nothing can be born of nothing; nothing can be resolved into nothing.

You pray for good health and a body that will be strong in old age. Good-but your rich foods block the gods' answer and tie Jupiter's hands.

Learn whom God has ordered you to be, and in what part of human affairs you have been placed.

He who conquers, endures.