The traveler without money will sing before the robber. [Lat., Cantabit vacuus coram latrone viator.] — Juvenal Copy Share Image
Some men make money not for the sake of living, but ache In the blindness of greed and live just for their… — Juvenal Copy Share Image
The smell of money is good, come whence it may. [Alluding to Vespasian's tax on ordure.] — Juvenal Copy Share Image
Lost money is bewailed with deeper sighs Than friends, or kindred, and with louder cries. — Juvenal Copy Share Image
Money lost is bewailed with unfeigned tears. [Lat., Ploratur lacrimis amissa pecunia veris.] — Juvenal Copy Share Image
Every man's credit is proportioned to the money which he has in his chest. [Lat., Quantum quisque sua nummorum condit in area,… — Juvenal Copy Share Image
Where have you ever found that man who stopped short after the perpetration of a single crime? — Juvenal Copy Share
The short bloom of our brief and narrow life flies fast away. While we are calling for flowers and wine and women, old age… — Juvenal Copy Share
Some men make money not for the sake of living, but ache In the blindness of greed and live just for their fortune's sake. — Juvenal Copy Share
“show me the apartment 235 that lets you sleep! In this city sleep costs millions, and that’s the root of the trouble.” — Juvenal Copy Share
When a man's life is at stake no delay is too long. [Lat., Nulla unquam de morte cunctatio longa est.] — Juvenal Copy Share