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.

Tis easy to write epigrams nicely, but to write a book is hard.

Hidden evils are most dreaded.

Such are thou and I: but what I am thou canst not be; what thou art any one of the multitude may be.

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?

Do you ask what sort of a maid I desire or dislike, Flaccus? I dislike one too easy and one too coy. The just mean, which lies between the two extremes, is what I approve; I like neither that which tortures nor that which cloys.

Life is not living, but living in health.