A man who lives everywhere lives nowhere.
Martial (c.40 - c.102)
Contributed by: Zaady
You're obstinate, pliant, merry, morose, all at once. For me there's no living with you, or without you.
My poems are naughty, but my life is pure.
You ask what a nice girl will do? She won't give an inch, but she won't say no.
You'll get no laurel crown for outrunning a burrow.
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
The country in town.
Our days pass by, and are scored against us.
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