It is not he who forms idols in gold or marble that makes them gods, but he who kneels before them.

While you cannot resolve what you are, at last you may be nothing.

Be cheerful, if you are wise.

One genius has made many clever artists.

While you remain at home your hair is at the hairdresser's; you take out your teeth at night and sleep tucked away in a hundred cosmetics boxes - even your face does not sleep with you.

You may envy every one, but no one envies you.

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.