There is no living with thee, nor without thee.

Your seventh wife, Phileros, is now being buried in your field. No man's field brings him greater profit than yours, Phileros.

I have granted you much that you asked: and yet you never cease to ask of me. He who refuses nothing, Atticilla, will soon have nothing to refuse.

Be content to be what you are, and prefer nothing to it, and do not fear or wish for your last day.

I do not love thee, Sabidius, nor can I say why; I can only say this, "I do not love thee."

I do not hate the man, but his vices.

If your slave commits a fault, do not smash his teeth with your fists; give him some of the (hard) biscuit which famous Rhodes has sent you.