“One genius has made many clever artists.”

He who thinks that the lives of Priam and of Nestor were long is much deceived and mistaken. Life consists not in living, but in enjoying health.

That which prevents disagreeable flies from feeding on your repast, was once the proud tail of a splendid bird.

You admire, Vacerra, only the poets of old and praise only those who are dead. Pardon me, I beseech you, Vacerra, if I think death too high a price to pay for your praise.

See, how the liver is swollen larger than a fat goose! In amazement you will exclaim: Where could this possibly grow?

Live thy life as it were spoil and pluck the joys that fly.

He who writes distichs, wishes, I suppose, to please by brevity. But, tell me, of what avail is their brevity, when there is a whose book full of them?

You puff the poets of other days, The living you deplore. Spare me the accolade: your praise Is not worth dying for.

Be satisfied, and pleased with what thou art, Act cheerfully and well thou allotted part; Enjoy the present hour, be thankful for the past, And neither fear, nor wish, the approaches of the last.

It is easy in adversity to despise death; he has real fortitude who dares to live and be wretched.

From no place can you exclude the fates.

Such are thou and I: but what I am thou canst not be; what thou art any one of the multitude may be.

If fame is to come only after death, I am in no hurry for it.

A man who lives everywhere lives nowhere.

You importune me, Tucca, to present you with my books. I shall not do so; for you want to sell, not to read, them.

Short is the life of those who possess great accomplishments, and seldom do they reach a good old age. Whatever thou lovest, pray that thou mayest not set too high a value on it.

There is nothing more contemptible than a bald man who pretends to have hair.

The mountain cannot frighten one who was born on it.

No one will hit you harder than life itself. It doesn’t matter how hard you hit back. It’s about how much you can take, and keep fighting, how much you can suffer and keep moving forward. That’s how you win.

To know a truth well, one must have fought it out.

A hero is one who knows how to hang on one minute longer.

One can not understand language because language cannot understand itself; does not want to understand.

If we always helped one another, no one would need luck.

Let no one despair, even though in the darkest night the last star of hope may disappear.

Time is the only test of honest men, one day is space enough to know a rogue.