Cicero (Marcus Tullius Cicero) ( 10 of 163 )
I am of the opinion which you have always held, that "viva voce"
voting at elections is the best read more
I am of the opinion which you have always held, that "viva voce"
voting at elections is the best method.
[Lat., Nam ego in ista sum sententia, qua te fuisse semper scio,
nihil ut feurit in suffragiis voce melius.]
Glory follows virtue as if it were its shadow.
[Lat., Gloria virtutem tanquam umbra sequitur.]
Glory follows virtue as if it were its shadow.
[Lat., Gloria virtutem tanquam umbra sequitur.]
We are all exited by the love of praise, and the noblest are most
influenced by glory.
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We are all exited by the love of praise, and the noblest are most
influenced by glory.
[Lat., Trahimur omnes laudis studio, et optimus quisque maxime
gloria ducitur.]
To-morrow will give some food for thought.
[Lat., Aliquod crastinus dies ad cogitandum dabit.]
To-morrow will give some food for thought.
[Lat., Aliquod crastinus dies ad cogitandum dabit.]
Modesty is that feeling by which honorable shame acquires a
valuable and lasting authority.
Modesty is that feeling by which honorable shame acquires a
valuable and lasting authority.
Not to be avaricious is money; not to be fond of buying is a
revenue; but to be content read more
Not to be avaricious is money; not to be fond of buying is a
revenue; but to be content with our own is the greatest and most
certain wealth of all.
[Lat., Non esse cupidum, pecunia est; non esse emacem, vectigal
est; contentum vero suis rebus esse, maximae sunt, certissimaeque
divitiae.]
It is generally said, "Past labors are pleasant," Euripides says,
for you all know the Greek verse, "The recollection read more
It is generally said, "Past labors are pleasant," Euripides says,
for you all know the Greek verse, "The recollection of past
labors is pleasant."
[Lat., Vulgo enim dicitur, Jucundi acti labores: nec male
Euripides: concludam, si potero, Latine: Graecum enim hunc
versum nostis omnes: Suavis laborum est proeteritorum memoria.
Death darkens his eyes, and unplumes his wings,
Yet the sweetest song is the last he sings:
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Death darkens his eyes, and unplumes his wings,
Yet the sweetest song is the last he sings:
Live so, my Love, that when death shall come,
Swan-like and sweet it may waft thee home.
No man can be brave who thinks pain the greatest evil; nor
temperate, who considers pleasure the highest god.
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No man can be brave who thinks pain the greatest evil; nor
temperate, who considers pleasure the highest god.
[Lat., Fortis vero, dolorem summum malum judicans; aut temperans,
voluptatem summum bonum statuens, esse certe nullo modo potest.]
No wise man ever thought that a traitor should be trusted.
[Lat., Nemo unquam sapiens proditori credendum putavit.]
No wise man ever thought that a traitor should be trusted.
[Lat., Nemo unquam sapiens proditori credendum putavit.]
