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For example, the tiny ant, a creature of great industry, drags with its mouth whatever it can, and adds it to the heap which she is piling up, not unaware nor careless of the future.
For example, the tiny ant, a creature of great industry, drags with its mouth whatever it can, and adds it to the heap which she is piling up, not unaware nor careless of the future.
Be this our wall of brass, to be conscious of having done no evil, and to grow pale at no accusation.
The man who is just and resolute will not be moved from his settled purpose, either by the misdirected rage of his fellow citizens, or by the threats of an imperious tryant.
He makes himself ridiculous who is for ever repeating the same mistake.
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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.
Surely oak and threefold brass surrounded his heart who first trusted a frail vessel to the merciless ocean.
Who then is sane? He who is not a fool.
While I am sane I shall compare nothing to the joy of a friend.
The miser acquires, yet fears to use his gains.
Flames too soon acquire strength if disregarded.
Flames too soon acquire strength if disregarded.
O citizens, first acquire wealth; you can practice virtue afterward.
Acquittal of the guilty damns the judge.
Happy the man who, removed from all cares of business, after the manner of his forefathers cultivates with his own team his paternal acres, freed from all thought of usury.
What odds does it make to the man who lives within Nature's bounds, whether he ploughs a hundred acres or a thousand?
Ridicule more often settles things more thoroughly and better than acrimony.
And Tragedy should blush as much to stoop To the low mimic follies of a farce, As a grave matron would to dance with girls.
He who feared that he would not succeed sat still.
Seest thou how pale the sated guest rises from supper, where the appetite is puzzled with varieties? The body, too, burdened with I yesterday's excess, weighs down the soul, and fixes to the earth this particle of the divine essence.
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A leech that will not quit the skin until sated with blood.
A leech that will not quit the skin until sated with blood.
In my youth I thought of writing a satire on mankind! but now in my age I think I should write an apology for them.