Populus me sibilat, at mihi plaudo Ipse domi stimul ac nummos contemplar in arca. (The public hiss at me, but I cheer myself when in my own house I contemplate the coins in my strong-box.)

The world is big enough for us. No ghosts need apply.

It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers.

Of all ruins, that of a noble mind is the most deplorable.

Draw your chair up, and hand me my violin, for the only problem which we have still to solve is how to while away these bleak autumnal evenings.

I get in the dumps at times, and don't open my mouth for days on end. You must not think I am sulky when I do that. Just let me alone, and I'll soon be right.

Evil indeed is the man who has not one woman to mourn him.