There is nothing holy nor sacred to those who have abandoned God and reason in order to follow their perverse desires.

The farce is finished. I go to seek a vast perhaps.

Wait a second while I take a swig off this bottle: it's my true and only Helicon, my Caballine fount, my sole Enthusiasm. Here, drinking, I deliberate, I reason, I resolve and conclude. After the epilogue I laugh, I write, I compose, I drink. Ennius drinking would write, writing would drink.

The right moment wears a full head of hair: when it has been missed, you can't get it back; it's bald in the back of the head and never turns around.

It is folly to put the plough in front of the oxen.

How shall I be able to rule over others, that have not full power and command of myself?

One falls to the ground in trying to sit on two stools.