Time itself flows on with constant motion, just like a river: for no more than a river can the fleeting hour stand still. As wave is driven on by wave, and, itself pursued, pursues the one before, so the moments of time at once flee and follow, and are ever new.
To dismiss a guest is a more ungracious act than not to admit him at all.
The end doesn't justify the means.
Jupiter has no leisure to attend to little things.
Presents, believe me, seduce both men and gods.
He whom all hate all wish to see destroyed.