It is sweet and honorable to die for one's country.

Death takes the mean man with the proud; The fatal urn has room for all.

Ah, Postumus! they fleet away, our years, nor piety one hour can win from wrinkles and decay, and Death's indomitable power.

Whoever cultivates the golden mean avoids both the poverty of a hovel and the envy of a palace.

In adversity, remember to keep an even mind.

As we speak cruel time is fleeing. Seize the day, believing as little as possible in the morrow.

Now drown care in wine.

Life's short span forbids us to enter on far reaching hopes.

Then take, good sir, your pleasure while you may; With life so short 'twere wrong to lose a day.

A host is like a general: calamities often reveal his genius.