Each man has his fancy.

The man who wishes to bend me with his tale of woe must shed true tears - not tears that have been got ready overnight.

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.

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.

Bad advice is often most fatal to the adviser.

We consume our tomorrows fretting about our yesterdays.

The belly is the giver of genius.