Tomorrow's life is too late. Live today.
Martial (c.40 - c.102)
Contributed by: Zaady
Virtue extends our days: he lives two lives who relives his past with pleasure.
What's a wretched man? A man whom no man pleases.
Neither fear your death's day nor long for it.
You puff the poets of other days, The living you deplore. Spare me the accolade: your praise Is not worth dying for.
You complain, friend Swift, of the length of my epigrams, but you yourself write nothing. Yours are shorter.
To be able to look back on one's past life with satisfaction is to live twice.
There is no glory in outstripping donkeys.
Some good, some so-so, and lots plain bad: that's how a book of poems is made, my Friend.
Conceal a flaw, and the world will imagine the worst
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