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Brave men are brave from the very first.
What destroys one man preserves another.
How delicious is pleasure after torment!
Ah, though a Roman, I am not less a man.
Most men are essentially dead by thirty.
Liars are always most disposed to swear.
It's love that makes the world go round.
Know not to revere human things too much.
Take courage; pain's extremity soon ends.
Ares gives his verdict without witnesses.
Time, waxing old, doth all things purify.
We shall perish by guile just as we slew.
You are as welcome as the flowers in May.
The law is a sort of hocus-pocus science.
Lone women, like to empty houses, perish.
Our swords shall play the orators for us.
He who owns the soil, owns up to the sky.
That questionable superfluity small beer.
But what is past my help is past my care.
Pure innovation is more gross than error.
Fear, indeed, is the mother of foresight.
Sun, I come to see you for the last time.
As soon as one is born, one starts dying.
Even God lends a hand to honest boldness.
Old men are children for the second time.
When love is not madness, it is not love.
A willing mind makes a hard journey easy.
Many good purposes lie in the churchyard.
Violence is just, where kindness is vain.
Treachery is noble when aimed at tyranny.
I agree to, or rather aspire to, my doom.
Those who easily forgive invite offenses.
The man who pardons easily courts injury.
Born in a cellar, and living in a garret.
I can't hate for long. It isn't worth it.
From a small seed a mighty trunk may grow.
To many mortals silence great gain brings.
He who goes unenvied shall not be admired.
Truth is always the first casualty of war.
The man who does ill, ill must suffer too.
For hostile word let hostile word be paid.
For know that no one is free, except Zeus.
I have come too late into a world too old.
In love matters; keep your pen from paper.
My fault now is making my plays too short.
Above our life we love a steadfast friend.
Strike up the drum and march courageously.
Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.
Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.
We love peace, but not peace at any price.