A picture is a poem without words
Rule your mind or it will rule you.
Who prates of war or want after his wine?
In love there are two evils: war and peace.
When discord dreadful bursts the brazen bars, And shatters iron locks to thunder forth her wars.
Don’t waste the opportunity.
If you drive nature out with a pitchfork, she will soon find a way back.
Money, make money; by honest means if you can; if not, by any means make money.
All powerful money gives birth and beauty.
Of what use is a fortune to me, if I cannot use it?
Money is to be sought for first of all; virtue after wealth.
Does he council you better who bids you, Money, by right means, if you can: but by any means, make money?
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.
The muse does not allow the praise-de-serving here to die: she enthrones him in the heavens.
By the favour of the heavens
By heaven you have destroyed me, my friends!