Do not try to find out - we're forbidden to know - what end the gods have in store for me, or for you.
A word, once sent abroad, flies irrevocably.
I hate the irreverent rabble and keep them far from me.
I have to submit to much in order to pacify the touchy tribe of poets.
Those who covet much suffer from the want.
Often you must turn your stylus to erase, if you hope to write anything worth a second reading.