It is to live twice when we can enjoy the recollections of our former life.
I have not hated the man, but his faults.
Such are thou and I: but what I am thou canst not be; what thou art any one of the multitude may be.
Conceal a flaw, and the world will imagine the worst.
You may envy every one, but no one envies you.
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.