Our lives ... are but a little while, so let them run as sweetly as you can, and give no thought to grief from day to day. For time is not concerned to keep our hopes, but hurries on its business, and is gone.

No one who lives in error is free.

Nothing has more strength than dire necessity.

Both to the rich and poor, wine is the happy antidote for sorrow.

Again, a smooth answer, signifying nothing.

Pay special attention to their agony so I might take some pleasure.

Gods should not resemble men in their anger!