So, the gods don't hand out all their gifts at once, not build and brains and flowing speech to all. One man may fail to impress us with his looks but a god can crown his words with beauty, charm, and men look on with delight when he speaks out. Never faltering, filled with winning self-control, he shines forth at assembly grounds and people gaze at him like a god when he walks through the streets. Another man may look like a deathless one on high but there's not a bit of grace to crown his words. Just like you, my fine, handsome friend.

Pray, for all men need the aid of the gods.

Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar.

The generation of mankind is like the generation of leaves. The wind scatters the leaves on the ground, but the living tree burgeons with leaves again in the spring.

It is better to watch people do stuff than to do stuff.

The Lord gives and the Lord takes away, as it pleases him, for he can do all things.

Good things don't end in -eum; they end in -mania or -teria.