There is nothing more contemptible than a bald man who pretends to have hair.

When your crowd of attendants so loudly applaud you, Pomponius, it is not you, but your banquet, that is eloquent.

In adversity it is easy to despise life; he is truly brave who can endure a writeched life

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 not, believe me, the act of a wise man to say, "I will live." To-morrow's life is too late; live to-day.

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?

A cook should double one sense have: for he Should taster for himself and master be.