Juvenal Quotes - Page 9

Few tyrants go down to the infernal regions by a natural death.

No one becomes depraved all at once.

No man becomes bad all at once.

Limits the Romans' anxieties to two things - bread and games.

Do not pluck the beard of a dead lion. [Lat., Noli Barbam vellere mortuo leoni.]

The pupil will eclipse his tutor, I warrant.

No one ever reached the worst of a vice at one leap

Hold it the greatest sin to prefer existence to honour, and for the sake of life to lose the reasons for living.

Revenge is sweeter than life itself. So think fools.

A child is owed the greatest respect; if you have ever have something disgraceful in mind, don't ignore your son's tender years.

There's a lust in man, no charm can tame, of loudly publishing our neighbor's shame.

The doings of men, their prayers, fear, wrath, pleasure, delights, and recreations, are the subject of this book.

Trust not to outward show. [Lat., Fronti nulla fides.]

Astrology reveals the will of the gods.

The itch of scribbling.

Of what use are pedigrees, or to be thought of noble blood, or the display of family portraits, O Ponticus?

The greatest reverence is due to a child! If you are contemplating a disgraceful act, despise not your child's tender years.

The thirst for fame is much greater than that for virtue; for who would embrace virtue itself if you take away its rewards? [Lat., Tanto major famae sitis est quam Virtutis: quis enim virtutem amplectitur ipsam Praemia se tollas.]

The examples of vice at home corrupt us more quickly and easily than others, since they steal into our minds under the highest authority.

Who is to guard the guards themselves?

The skilful class of flatterers praise the discourse of an ignorant friend and the face of a deformed one.

Everything is Greek, when it is more shameful to be ignorant of Latin.

The short bloom of our brief and narrow life flies fast away. While we are calling for flowers and wine and women, old age is upon us. [Lat., Festinat enim decurrere velox Flosculus angustae miseraeque brevissima vitae Portico; dum bibimus dum sera unguenta puellas Poscimus obrepit non intellecta senectus.]

But grant the wrath of Heaven be great, 'tis slow. [Lat., Ut sit magna tamen certe lenta ira deorum est.]

What is more cruel than a tyrant's ear?