There is nothing which power cannot believe of itself, when it is praised as equal to the gods.

For the short-lived bloom and contracted span of brief and wretched life is fast fleeting away! While we are drinking and calling for garlands, ointments, and women, old age steals swiftly on with noiseless step.

Yes, know thyself: in great concerns or small, be this thy care, for this, my friend, is all.

Nature confesses that she has bestowed on the human race hearts of softest mould, in that she has given us tears.

Dat veniam corvis, vexat censura columbas. - Censure acquits the raven, but pursues the dove.

An undying hatred, and a wound never to be healed.

Now that no one buys our votes, the public has long since cast off its cares; for the people that once bestowed commands, consulships, legions, and all else, now meddles no more and longs eagerly for just two things - bread and circuses.