Juvenal

Orandum est ut sit mens sana in corpore sano.

Would you not like to fill up a whole note-book at the street crossings when you see a forger borne along upon the necks of six porters, and exposed to view on this side and on that in his almost naked litter, and reminding you of the lounging Maecenas: one who by help of a scrap of paper and a moistened seal has converted himself into a fine and wealthy gentleman?

Many suffer from the incurable disease of writing, and it becomes chronic in their sick minds.

Writing in the incurable itch that possesses many.

Böyle azgınlıkları vardır halkın;
Her ülke, nefret eder komşusunun Tanrılarından
Ve inanır gerçekliğine, yalnız kendi Tanrılarının.

Panem et circenses.

Fate would have no divinity if we were wise: it is we who make her a goddess and place her in heaven.

quid Romae faciam? mentiri nescio; librum,
si malus est, nequeo laudare et poscere; motus
astrorum ignoro; funus promittere patris
nec uolo nec possum; ranarum uiscera numquam
inspexi; ferre ad nuptam quae mittit adulter,
quae mandat, norunt alii; me nemo ministro
fur erit, atque ideo nulli comes exeo tamquam
mancus et extinctae corpus non utile dextrae.

Is it a simple form of madness to lose a hundred thousand sesterces, and not have a shirt to give to a shivering slave?

Nobilitas sola est atque unica virtus.

..but who will guard the guardians?

Difficile est saturam non scribere.

No man ever became extremely wicked all at once.

For no deity is held in such reverence amongst us as Wealth; though as yet, O baneful money, thou hast no temple of thine own; not yet have we reared altars to Money in like manner as we worship Peace and Honour, Victory and Virtue

Who could identify fragments 260 of ownerless flesh and bone? The poor man’s flattened carcase would vanish along with his soul.