At last one day, in the middle of a lecture, I set fire to his enormous filthy beard, singed his face, and sent him roaring out of the house.

There ended my studies.

From that time to this I have had as little to do with Greece as the wine that your poor old friend Lutatius calls his delicious Samian." "Well done, Ligarius.

I hate a Stoic.

I wish Marcus Cato had a beard that you might singe it for him.