Quotes from Martial

Tomorrow's life is too late. Live today.

Be satisfied, and pleased with what thou art, Act cheerfully and well thy allotted part; Enjoy the present hour, be thankful for the past, And neither fear, nor wish, the approaches of the last.

Tomorrow life is too late: live today.

Why do strong arms fatigue themselves with frivolous dumbbells? To dig a vineyard is worthier exercise for men.

A man who lives everywhere lives nowhere.

I believe that man to be wretched whom none can please.

A good man enlarges the term of his own existence.

There is nothing more contemptible than a bald man who pretends to have hair.

Work divided is in that manner shortened.

Laugh, if thou art wise.

Such are thou and I: but what I am thou canst not be; what thou art any one of the multitude may be.

The shameless Chloe placed on the tombs of her seven husbands the inscription, "The work of Chloe." How could she have expressed herself more plainly?

Believing hear, what you deserve to hear: Your birthday as my own to me is dear... But yours gives most; for mine did only lend Me to the world; yours gave to me a friend.

If fame comes after death, I'm in no hurry for it. [Lat., Si post fata venit gloria non propero.]

There is no glory in otustripping donkeys.

He writes nothing whose writings are not read.

You crystal break, for fear of breaking it: Careless and careful hands like faults commit.

Be satisfied and pleased with what thou art Act cheerfully and well thou allotted part Enjoy the present hour be thankful for the past And neither fear nor wish the approaches of the last.

Some good, some so-so, and lots plain bad: that's how a book of poems is made, my Friend.

Believing hear, what you deserve to hear: Your birthday as my own to me is dear... But yours gives most; for mine did only lend Me to the world; yours gave to me a friend.

There is nothing more contemptible than a bald man who pretends to have hair.

Be content to be what you are, and prefer nothing to it, and do not fear or wish for your last day.

Fortune gives too much to many, enough to none.

Glory paid to our ashes comes too late.