Strike the iron whilst it is hot.

Death is the vast perhaps.

No noble man ever hated good wine.

Keep running after a dog and he will never bite you.

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.

If you want to avoid seeing an idiot, break the mirror.

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