C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.
Juvenal
A lucky man is rarer than a white crow.
All wish to possess knowledge, but few, comparatively speaking, are willing to pay the price.
An incurable itch for scribbling takes possession of many, and grows inveterate in their insane breasts.
And love the sin for the dear sinner’s sake.
Autumn is the harvest of greedy death.
Avarice increases with the increasing pile of gold.
Be, as many now are, luxurious to yourself, parsimonious to your friends.
By the verdict of his own breast no guilty man is ever acquitted.
Censure pardons the ravens, but rebukes the doves.
Common sense among men of fortune is rare.
Dare to do something worthy of transportation and a prison, if you mean to be anybody.
Death alone discloses how insignificant are the puny bodies of men.
Every crime will bring remorse to the man who committed it.
Every error of the mind is the more conspicuous and culpable in proportion to the rank of the person who commits it.
Every man’s credit and consequence are proportioned to the sums which he holds in his chest.
Examples of vicious courses practiced in a domestic circle corrupt more readily and more deeply when we behold them in persons in authority.
For the gods, instead of what is most pleasing, will give what is most proper. Man is dearer to them than he is to himself.
For the short-lived bloom and contracted span of brief and wretched life is fast fleeting away! While we are drinking and calling for garlands, ointments, and women, old age steals swiftly on with noiseless step.
For whoever meditates a crime is guilty of the deed.
He who owns the soil, owns up to the sky.
I will it, I so order, let my will stand for a reason.
In the present state of the world it is difficult not to write lampoons.
In vengeance is found the abject pleasure of an abject mind.
It is a wretched thing to lean on the reputation of others, lest the pillars being withdrawn the roof should fall in ruins.
It is unmistakable madness to live in poverty only to die rich.
Let nothing foul to either eye or ear reach those doors within which dwells a boy.
Many commit the same crimes with a very different result. One bears a cross for his crime; another a crown.
Many individuals have, like uncut diamonds, shining qualities beneath a rough exterior.
Money lost is bewailed with unfeigned tears.
Nature and wisdom never are at strife.
Nature confesses that she has bestowed on the human race hearts of softest mould, in that she has given us tears.
No god is absent where prudence dwells.
No man e’er reach’d the heights of vice at first.
No other protection is wanting, provided you are under the guidance of prudence.
One man meets an infamous punishment for that crime which confers a diadem upon another.
Our prayers should be for a sound mind in a healthy body.
Rare indulgence produces greater pleasure.
Rare is the union of beauty and virtue.
Rarely do we meet in one combined, a beauteous body and a virtuous mind.
Rarely they rise by virtue’s aid who lie plunged in the depth of helpless poverty.
Remorse is the fruit of crime.
Revenge is sweeter than life itself. So think fools.
Revenge, we find, the abject pleasure of an abject mind.
Some men make fortunes, but not to enjoy them; for, blinded by avarice, they live to make fortunes.
Such, whose sole bliss is eating, who can give but that one brutal reason why they live.
The act of God injures no one.
The care of a large estate is an unpleasant thing.
The good, alas! are few: there are scarcely as many as the gates of Thebes or the mouths of the Nile.
The greatest hardship of poverty is that it tends to make men ridiculous.
The love of pelf increases with the pelf.
The man whose purse is empty can cheerfully sing before the robber.
The Sicilian tyrants never devised a greater punishment than envy.
The thirst after fame is greater than that after virtue; for who embraces virtue if you take away its rewards?
The thirst for fame is much greater than that for virtue; for who would embrace virtue itself if you take away its rewards?
The tongue is the vile slave’s vilest part.
The traveler without money will sing before the robber.
There will be nothing more that posterity can add to our immoral habits; our descendants must have the same desires and act the same follies as their sires. Every vice has reached its zenith.
There’s a lust in man, no charm can tame, of loudly publishing our neighbor’s shame.
They do not easily rise whose abilities are repressed by poverty at home.
Trust not to outward show.
Vice can deceive under the guise and shadow of virtue.
Virtue is praised and freezes.
We are all easily taught to imitate what is base and depraved.
We deem those happy who, from the experience of life, have learned to bear its ills, without being overcome by them.
We do not commonly find men of superior sense amongst those of the highest fortune.
What is more cruel than a tyrant’s ear?
What is there that you enter upon so favorably as not to repent of the undertaking and the accomplishment of your wish?
When a man’s life is at stake no delay is too long.
Whence do you derive the power and privilege of a parent, when you, though an old man, do worse things (than your child)?
Where have you ever found that man who stopped short after the perpetration of a single crime?
Wisdom is the conqueror of fortune.