When a rose dies, a thorn is left behind.

It is expedient that there should be gods, and, since it is expedient, let us believe that gods exist.

How little you know about the age you live in if you think that honey is sweeter than cash in hand

Winged time glides on insensibly, and deceive us; and there is nothing more fleeting than years.

Gifts, believe me, captivate both men and Gods, Jupiter himself was won over and appeased by gifts.

I hate a woman who offers herself because she ought to do so, and cold and dry thinks of her sewing when making love.

Envy assails the noblest: the winds howl around the highest peaks.