What did Juvenal mean by: Like warmed-up cabbage served at each repast, The repetition kills the wretch at last. - Juvenal Poet · Italy Copy
+ Common sense among men of fortune is rare. Feraz Zeid, August 28, 2023December 24, 2023, Juvenal, Common Sense, Wealth, 0 - Juvenal Poet · Italy
+ Honesty is praised and left in the cold. Feraz Zeid, September 1, 2023December 24, 2023, Juvenal, Cold, Honesty, Left, 0 - Juvenal Poet · Italy
+ There is never a lawsuit but a woman is at the bottom of it. Feraz Zeid, July 28, 2023December 12, 2023, Juvenal, Bottom, Lawsuit, 0 - Juvenal Poet · Italy
+ Be rich for yourself and poor to your friends. Feraz Zeid, August 18, 2023December 12, 2023, Juvenal, Friendship, Money, Wealth, 0 - Juvenal Poet · Italy
+ The sweetest pleasures soonest cloy, And its best flavour temperance gives to joy. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, Juvenal, Joy, Pleasure, 0 - Juvenal Poet · Italy
+ Two things only the people actually desire: bread and circuses. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, Juvenal, Art, Food, Philosophy, 0 - Juvenal Poet · Italy
+ Avarice increases with the increasing pile of gold. Feraz Zeid, August 8, 2023December 12, 2023, Juvenal, Gold, Increase, 0 - Juvenal Poet · Italy
+ When your armour is on, it is too late to retreat. Feraz Zeid, November 7, 2023December 26, 2023, Juvenal, Late, Retreat, Too Late, 0 - Juvenal Poet · Italy
In November, 1964 when I was a patient at the Mayo Clinic I though seriously about killing myself. - Jerry Kramer
Driving a car, you are in danger of killing; walking or standing, of being killed. - Mary McCarthy Writer · USA
When a genocidal killing occurs, as happened in Rwanda, it is not just an internal domestic matter. - Mary Robinson Politician · Ireland
As we kill nature, we are killing ourselves, and God incarnate as the world as well. - Masanobu Fukuoka Agricultural scientist and farmer · Japan
Most people go through their whole lives without killing anybody. False argument. - Lois McMaster Bujold Author
Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me, otherwise kill me. - Louis MacNeice Poet · Ireland
