Life is largely a matter of expectation.
He will always be a slave who does not know how to live upon a little.
We rarely find anyone who can say he has lived a happy life, and who, content with his life, can retire from the world like a satisfied guest.
Rule your mind or it will rule you.
Life grants nothing to us mortals without hard work.
A picture is a poem without words.
A good resolve will make any port.
In times of stress, be bold and valiant.
Adversity is wont to reveal genius, prosperity to hide it.
Success in the affairs of life often serves to hide one’s abilities, whereas adversity frequently gives one an opportunity to discover them.
As a rule, adversity reveals genius and prosperity hides it
Adversity reveals genius, prosperity conceals it.
Death is the last limit of all things.
In the capacious urn of death, every name is shaken.
Death is the ultimate boundary of human matters.
Pale death with an impartial foot knocks at the hovels of the poor and the palaces of king.
One night awaits all, and death’s path must be trodden once and for all.
Years, following years, steal something every day; At last they steal us from ourselves away.
O drink is mighty! secrets it unlocks, Turns hope to fact, sets cowards on to box, Takes burdens from the careworn, finds out parts In stupid folks, and teaches unknown arts. What tongue hangs fire when quickened by the bowl? What wretch so poor but wine expands his soul?
What wonders does not wine! It discloses secrets; ratifies and confirms our hopes; thrusts the coward forth to battle; eases the anxious mind of its burden; instructs in arts. Whom has not a cheerful glass made eloquent! Whom not quite free and easy from pinching poverty!
Whither, O god of wine, art thou hurrying me, whilst under thy all-powerful influence?
It is no great art to say something briefly when, like Tacitus, one has something to say; when one has nothing to say, however, and none the less writes a whole book and makes truth into a liar – that I call an achievement.
Drawing is the true test of art.
What does drunkenness not accomplish? It unlocks secrets, confirms our hopes, urges the indolent into battle, lifts the burden from anxious minds, teaches new arts.
Come boy, and pour for me a cup Of old Falernian. Fill it up With wine, strong, sparkling, bright, and clear; Our host decrees no water here. Let dullards drink the Nymph’s pale brew, The sluggish thin their blood with dew. For such pale stuff we have no use; For us the purple grape’s rich juice. Begone, ye chilling water sprite; Here burning Bacchus rules tonight! Catullus, Selections From Catullus No poems can live long or please that are written by water-drinkers.
The cask will long retain the flavour of the wine with which it was first seasoned.
Let those who drink not, but austerely dine, dry up in law; the Muses smell of wine.