You are sad in the midst of every blessing. Take care that Fortune does not observe--or she will call you ungrateful.
The face that cannot smile is never fair.
I do not love thee, Sabidius, nor can I say why; I can only say this, "I do not love thee."
While you cannot resolve what you are, at last you may be nothing.
He who thinks that the lives of Priam and of Nestor were long is much deceived and mistaken. Life consists not in living, but in enjoying health.
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.