Wine and women bring misery.
I do not love thee, Sabidius, nor can I say why; I can only say this, "I do not love thee."
See, how the liver is swollen larger than a fat goose! In amazement you will exclaim: Where could this possibly grow?
I have granted you much that you asked: and yet you never cease to ask of me. He who refuses nothing, Atticilla, will soon have nothing to refuse.
Life is not living, but living in health.
He who weighs his burdens, can bear them.