“Every great house is full of haughty servants.”

Rare indulgence produces greater pleasure.

Nothing is more intolerable than a wealthy woman.

When talent fails, indignation writes the verse.

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?