A Quote by Tacitus

Benefits are acceptable, while the receiver thinks he may return them; but once exceeding that, hatred is given instead of thanks. [Lat., Beneficia usque eo laeta sunt dum videntur exsolvi posse; ubi multum antevenere pro gratia odium redditur.]
Benefits are acceptable, while the receiver thinks he may return them; but once exceeding that, hatred is given instead of thanks.
Thanks are justly due for things got without purchase. [Lat., Gratia pro rebus merito debetur inemtis.]
Those gifts are ever the most acceptable which the giver makes precious. [Lat., Acceptissima semper munera sunt auctor quae pretiosa facit.]
The short bloom of our brief and narrow life flies fast away. While we are calling for flowers and wine and women, old age is upon us. [Lat., Festinat enim decurrere velox Flosculus angustae miseraeque brevissima vitae Portico; dum bibimus dum sera unguenta puellas Poscimus obrepit non intellecta senectus.]
To the sick, while there is life there is hope. [Lat., Aegroto dum anima est, spes est.]
You're gonna be ok, dum de dum dum dum, just dance.
You would get longer livelier and more frequent letters from me, if it weren't for the Christian religion. How that bell tolling at the end of the garden, dum dum, dum dum, annoys me! Why is Christianity so insistent and so sad?
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In a moment comes either death or joyful victory. [Lat., Horae Momento cita mors venit aut victoria laeta.]
Benefits received are a delight to us as long as we think we can requite them; when that possibility is far exceeded, they are repaid with hatred instead of gratitude.
All places are filled with fools. [Lat., Stultorum plenea sunt omnia.]
The gods have their own laws. [Lat., Sunt superis sua jura.]
While strength and years permit, endure labor; soon bent old age will come with silent foot. [Lat., Dum vires annique sinunt, tolerate labores. Jam veniet tacito curva senecta pede.]
That which once was, will be no more. Yesterday will never come again. To-day is passing, and will not return. You may work while it is day; but when you have lost that day, it will not return for you to work in. While your candle burns, you may make use of its light, but when it is done, it is too late to use it.
Art for art's sake. [Lat., Ars gratia artis.]
What, if as said, man is a bubble. [Lat., Quod, ut dictur, si est homo bulla, eo magis senex.]
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