Juvenal Quotes - Page 11

Nature never says one thing, Wisdom another. [Lat., Nunquam aliud Natura aliud Sapientia dicit.]

Savage bears keep at peace with one another. [Lat., Saevis inter se convenit ursis.]

Autumn is the harvest of greedy death.

Rare is the union of beauty and purity. [Lat., Rara est adeo concordia formae Atque pudicitiae.]

Dare to do something worthy of transportation and a prison, if you mean to be anybody.

Let me moderate our sorrows. The grief of a man should not exceed proper bounds, but be in proportion to the blow he has received. [Lat., Ponamus nimios gemitus: flagrantior aequo Non debet dolor esse viri, nec vulnere major.]

To eat at another's table is your ambition's height. [Lat., Bona summa putes, aliena vivere quadra.]

In their palate alone is their reason of existence. [Lat., In solo vivendi causa palata est.]

No nice extreme a true Italian knows; But bid him go to hell, to hell he goes.

Cheerless poverty has no harder trial than this, that it makes men the subject of ridicule. [Lat., Nil habet infelix paupertas durius in se Quam quod ridiculos homines facit.]

The traveler without money will sing before the robber. [Lat., Cantabit vacuus coram latrone viator.]

The man whose purse is empty can cheerfully sing before the robber.

For whoever meditates a crime is guilty of the deed. [Lat., Nam scelus intra se tacitum qui cogitat ullum, Facti crimen habet.]

Indignation leads to the making of poetry. [Lat., Facit indignatio versum.]

Whatever is committed from a bad example, is displeasing even to its author.

Those who do not wish to kill any one, wish they had the power. [Lat., Et qui nolunt occidere quemquam Posse volunt.]

When great assurance accompanies a bad undertaking, such is often mistaken for confiding sincerity by the world at large.

He who meditates a crime secretly within himself has all the guilt of the act.

This is my wish, this is my command, my pleasure is my reason

All arts his own, the hungry Greekling counts; And bid him mount the skies, the skies he mounts.

Fond man! though all the heroes of your line Bedeck your halls, and round your galleries shine In proud display; yet take this truth from me-- Virtue alone is true nobility!

It is sheer folly when all is gone to lose even one's passage money.

Led on by impulse, and blind and ungovernable desires.

Let nothing offensive to the ear or the eye enter these thresholds, within which youth dwells.

For He, who gave this vast machine to roll, Breathed Life in then, in us a Reasoning Soul; That kindred feelings might our state improve, And mutual wants conduct to mutual love.