I believe that man to be wretched whom none can please.
Do you ask what sort of a maid I desire or dislike, Flaccus? I dislike one too easy and one too coy. The just mean, which lies between the two extremes, is what I approve; I like neither that which tortures nor that which cloys.
Life's not just about being alive, but being well.
I do not love thee, Sabidius, nor can I say why; I can only say this, "I do not love thee."
Wine and women bring misery.
You crystal break, for fear of breaking it: Careless and careful hands like faults commit.