Be merry if you are wise.
Make it a point not to be over-fascinating.
He who writes distichs, wishes, I suppose, to please by brevity. But, tell me, of what avail is their brevity, when there is a whose book full of them?
It is to live twice when we can enjoy the recollections of our former life.
It is not he who forms idols in gold or marble that makes them gods, but he who kneels before them.
To the ashes of the dead glory comes too late.