In truth it is best to learn wisdom, and abandoning all nonsense, to leave it to boys to enjoy their season of play and mirth.

Let this be your wall of brass, to have nothing on your conscience, no guilt to make you turn pale.

Who knows whether the gods will add tomorrow to the present hour?

A cup concealed in the dress is rarely honestly carried.

This was my prayer: an adequate portion of land with a garden and a spring of water and a small wood to complete the picture.

As we speak cruel time is fleeing. Seize the day, believing as little as possible in tomorrow.

It is sweet and honorable to die for your country.