Ah Fortune, what god is more cruel to us than thou! How thou delightest ever to make sport of human life!
Death is the last limit of all things.
Only a stomach that rarely feels hungry scorns common things.
Though your threshing floor grind a hundred thousand bushels of corn, not for that reason will your stomach hold more than mine.
As a true translator you will take care not to translate word for word.
Those unacquainted with the world take pleasure in intimacy with great men; those who are wiser fear the consequences.