From the man who raised me I learned not to get obsessed with the racing teams at the circus — the Greens or the Blues. And not to pick favorites among the gladiators in the arena. I learned to work hard and need little. When I have something to do, I do it myself instead of having others do it. I learned not to get involved in too many things at once. And not to believe gossip easily.
Of him that brought me up, not to be fondly addicted to either of the two great factions of the coursers in the circus, called Prasini, and Veneti: nor in the amphitheatre partially to favour any of the gladiators, or fencers, as either the Parmularii, or the Secutores. Moreover, to endure labour; nor to need many things; when I have anything to do, to do it myself rather than by others; not to meddle with many businesses; and not easily to admit of any slander.