Poverty urges us to do and suffer anything that we may escape from it, and so leads us away from virtue.

It is not enough that poetry is agreeable, it should also be interesting.

Not treasured wealth, nor the consul's lictor, can dispel the mind's bitter conflicts and the cares that flit, like bats, about your fretted roofs.

Whatever you teach, be brief; what is quickly said, the mind readily receives and faithfully retains, everything superfluous runs over as from a full vessel.

Nothing is so difficult but that man will accomplish it.

When you have well thought out your subject, words will come spontaneously.

Not even for an hour can you bear to be alone, nor can you advantageously apply your leisure time, but you endeavor, a fugitive and wanderer, to escape from yourself, now vainly seeking to banish remorse by wine, and now by sleep; but the gloomy companion presses on you, and pursues you as you fly.