“Common sense among men of fortune is rare.”

When did reason ever direct our desires or our fears?

No wicked man knows happiness, and least of all the seducer of others.

If nature’s inspiration fails, indignation will beget the poem.

Pray for a healthy mind in a healthy body.

Luck often raises vulgarity to a high position, to create mirth for the beholders.

It is a poor thing to lean upon the fame of others, lest the pillars give way and the house fall down in ruin.

Give them bread and circuses and they will never revolt.

A woman is most merciless when shame goads on her hate.

All wish to be learned, but no one is willing to pay the price.

Rare is the union of beauty and purity.

It is sheer madness to live in want in order to be wealthy when you die.

A lucky man is rarer than a white crow.

Is it a simple form of madness to lose a hundred thousand sesterces, and not have a shirt to give to a shivering slave?

Where talent is lacking, anger writes poetry.

This precept descended from Heaven: know thyself.

Vice can deceive under the guise and shadow of virtue.

God is not looking for men of great faith, He is looking for common men to trust His great faithfulness.

That which is the wonder of one age is the commonplace of the next.

Anyone who dreams of an uncommon life eventually discovers that there is no choice but to seek an uncommon approach to living it.

I did not know it was possible to be so miserable and live but I am told that this is a common experience.

As they are currently practiced, there is no common ground between science and religion… Although just as in hostage negotiations, it’s probably best to keep both sides talking to each other.

Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.

Love is not altogether a Delirium, says he elsewhere; “yet has it many points in common therewith.”

Your birth may be common, But death must be history.