If you drive nature out with a pitchfork, she will soon find a way back.

Our parents, worse than our grandparents, gave birth to us who are worse than they, and we shall in our turn bear offspring still more evil.

Cease to admire the smoke, wealth, and noise of prosperous Rome.

Aiming at brevity, I become obscure.

Never inquire into another man's secret; bur conceal that which is intrusted to you, though pressed both be wine and anger to reveal it.

He who studies to imitate the poet Pindar, O Julius, relies on artificial wings fastened on with wax, and is sure to give his name to a glassy sea.

A greater liar than the Parthians.