Cicero is dead! Cicero is born! The laughter has filled me, filled me so very completely. I am the laughter. I am the jester. The soul that has served as my constant companion for so long has breached the veil of the Void finally and forever. It is now in me. It is me. The world has seen the last of Cicero the man. Behold Cicero, Fool of Hearts - laughter incarnate!

There is no fortune so strong that money cannot take it.

If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need.

A bachelor's bed is the most pleasant.

There is pleasure in calm remembrance of a past sorrow.

You will be as much value to others as you have been to yourself.

I wonder that a soothsayer doesn't laugh whenever he sees another soothsayer.