It is not he who forms idols in gold or marble that makes them gods, but he who kneels before them.
MartialYou importune me, Tucca, to present you with my books. I shall not do so; for you want to sell, not to read, them.
MartialYou admire, Vacerra, only the poets of old and praise only those who are dead. Pardon me, I beseech you, Vacerra, if I think death too high a price to pay for your praise.
Martial