The muse does not allow the praise-de-serving here to die: she enthrones him in the heavens.

I am not bound over to swear allegiance to any master; where the storm drives me I turn in for shelter.

Often you must turn your stylus to erase, if you hope to write anything worth a second reading.

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.

Do not try to find out - we're forbidden to know - what end the gods have in store for me, or for you.

Grammatici certant et adhuc sub iudice lis est. - Grammarians dispute, and the case it still before the courts.

Mingle a little folly with your wisdom; a little nonsense now and then is pleasant. [Lat., Misce stultitiam consiliis brevem: Dulce est desipere in loco.