Your seventh wife, Phileros, is now being buried in your field. No man's field brings him greater profit than yours, Phileros.

I have granted you much that you asked: and yet you never cease to ask of me. He who refuses nothing, Atticilla, will soon have nothing to refuse.

Givers of great dinners know few enemies.

You admire, Vacerra, only the poets of old and praise only those who are dead. Pardon me, I beseech you, Vacerra, if I think death too high a price to pay for your praise.

It is feeling and force of imagination that make us eloquent.

Generosity during life is a very different thing from generosity in the hour of death; one proceeds from genuine liberality, and benevolence; the other from pride or fear, or from the fact that you cannot take your money with you to the other world.

Spare the person but lash the vice.