Trust me, no tortures which the poets feign, can match the fierce, the unutterable pain, he feels, who night and day, devoid of rest, carries his own accuser in his breast — 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
