He writes nothing whose writings are not read.

Glory comes too late when we are nought but ashes.

Neither fear your death's day nor long for it.

Short is the life of those who possess great accomplishments, and seldom do they reach a good old age. Whatever thou lovest, pray that thou mayest not set too high a value on it.

He who thinks that the lives of Priam and of Nestor were long is much deceived and mistaken. Life consists not in living, but in enjoying health.

Do you ask what sort of a maid I desire or dislike, Flaccus? I dislike one too easy and one too coy. The just mean, which lies between the two extremes, is what I approve; I like neither that which tortures nor that which cloys.

You importune me, Tucca, to present you with my books. I shall not do so; for you want to sell, not to read, them.