Nos numeros sumus et fruges consumere nati. We are but ciphers, born to consume earth's fruits.
The mountains are in labour, the birth will be an absurd little mouse.
There is nothing assured to mortals.
The fellow is either a madman or a poet.
The gods have given you wealth and the means of enjoying it.
The sad dislike those who are cheerful, and the cheerful dislike the melancholy.