There is no wide road which leads to the Muses.

You, O money, are the cause of a restless life! Because of you we journey toward a premature death; you provide cruel nourishment for the evils of men; the seed of our cares sprouts from your head.

Cupid is naked and does not like artifices contrived by beauty.

If she is pleasing to one man, a girl is taken care of.

A cause breaks or exalts a soldier's strength; unless that cause is just, shame will make him throw his weapons away.

The eyes are the pioneers that first announce the soft tale of love.