Those they praise, but they read the others.
I wont let a wife lead me to the altar. [I will not have a wife that shall be my master.]
When your crowd of attendants so loudly applaud you, Pomponius, it is not you, but your banquet, that is eloquent.
I commend you, Postumus, for kissing me with only half your lip; you may, however, if you please, withhold even the half of this half. Are you inclined to grant me a boon still greater, and even inexpressible? Keep this whole half entirely to yourself, Postumus.
If you want him to mourn, you had best leave him nothing.
It is not, believe me, the act of a wise man to say, "I will live." To-morrow's life is too late; live to-day.