“Let no one pay me honor with tears, nor celebrate my funeral rites with weeping.”

One man by delaying saved the state for us.

That is true liberty, which bears a pure and firm breast.

A true friend is a friend when in difficulty.

No one regards what is before his feet; we all gaze at the stars.

The victor is not victorious if the vanquished does not consider himself so

To open his lips is crime in a plain citizen.

The Roman state stands by ancient customs, and its manhood.

A true friend is distinguished in the crisis of hazard and necessity; when the gallantry of his aid may show the worth of his soul and the loyalty of his heart.

Ennius was the father of Roman poetry, because he first introduced into Latin the Greek manner and in particular the hexameter metre.

Don’t ask of your friends what you yourself can do.

They hate whom they fear.

Let no one honour me with tears, or bury me with lamentation. Why? Because I fly hither and thither, living in the mouths of me. [Lat., Nemo me lacrymis decoret, nec funera fletu. Faxit cur? Volito vivu’ per ora virum.]

He hath freedom whoso beareth a clean and constant heart within.

Let no one weep for me, or celebrate my funeral with mourning; for I still live, as I pass to and fro through the mouths of men.

He who has two languages has two souls.

Here is he laid to whom for daring deed, nor friend nor foe could render worthy meed.

Evolution and creationism both require faith. It’s just a matter of where you choose to place that faith.

We need magic, and bliss, and power, myth, and celebration and religion in our lives, and music is a good way to encapsulate a lot of it.

I will celebrate this life of mine, with or without you. The moon does not need the sun to tell her she is already whole.

We should celebrate immigrants and everything they do for our country.

We celebrate the contribution of people who have come to this country to make it better.

The tango is a direct expression of something that poets have often tried to state in words: the belief that a fight may be a celebration.

No one who has experienced facing a screaming, boiling, hysterical audience can avoid feeling shivers in the spine. It’s a thin line between celebration and menace.

Spiritually, life is a festival, a celebration. Joy is of the essence of life.