There is no excellence without difficulty.

Dear to a heart of a girl is her own beauty and charm.

There is more refreshment and stimulation in a nap, even of the briefest than in all the alcohol ever distilled.

Be patient and tough someday this pain will be useful to you.

All human things hang on a slender thread, the strong fall with a sudden crash.

I incline to think that the elders [ maiores ] gave their own name to the month of May: they considered the interests of their own class. . . . No slight proof of the proposed honour is furnished by the next month, the month of June, which is named after young men [ juvenes ].

What kind of business is this? The bed is hard and the covers / Will not stay in their place; I thrash and I toss, and I turn / All the long night through, till my bones are utterly weary. / What's the matter with me? Am I a victim of love?

Always have your hook baited, in the pool where least think it, there will be a fish.

Time, the devourer of everything.

What shall I say this means, that my couch seems so hard the coverlets will not stay in place, and I pass the long, long night untouched by sleep, and the weary bones of my body are filled with ache?—for I should know, I think, were I in any way assailed by love. Or can it be that love has stolen into me and cunningly works my harm with covered art? Thus it must be; the subtle darts are planted in my heart, and cruel love torments the breast where he is lord.