It is a wretched thing to live on the fame of others.

The short bloom of our brief and narrow life flies fast away. While we are calling for flowers and wine and women, old age is upon us.

Dare to do something worthy of transportation and a prison, if you mean to be anybody.

The people that once bestowed commands, consulships, legions, and all else, now concerns itself no more, and longs eagerly for just two things: bread and circuses!

Many commit the same crimes with a very different result. One bears a cross for his crime; another a crown.

Remote though your farm may be, It's something to be the lord of one green lizard-and free.

The face, not the woman is the attraction.