You are sad in the midst of every blessing. Take care that Fortune does not observe--or she will call you ungrateful.

Red-haired, black-lipped, club-footed, and blink-eyed; if you're a good man, you're a wonder!

If you are poor now, Aemilianus, you will always be poor. Riches are now given to none but the rich.

Joys do not stay, but take wing and fly away.

See, how the liver is swollen larger than a fat goose! In amazement you will exclaim: Where could this possibly grow?

It is easy in adversity to despise death; he has real fortitude who dares to live and be wretched.

You should not fear, nor yet should you wish for your last day.