I abhor the profane rabble and keep them at a distance.

What does drunkenness not accomplish? It unlocks secrets, confirms our hopes, urges the indolent into battle, lifts the burden from anxious minds, teaches new arts.

The grammarians are arguing.

It is no great art to say something briefly when, like Tacitus, one has something to say; when one has nothing to say, however, and none the less writes a whole book and makes truth into a liar - that I call an achievement.

Be this thy brazen bulwark, to keep a clear conscience, and never turn pale with guilt.

Never without a shilling in my purse.

The wolf dreads the pitfall, the hawk suspects the snare, and the kite the covered hook.