Whoever makes great presents, expects great presents in return.

I believe that man to be wretched whom none can please.

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.

Fortune gives too much to many, enough to none.

You importune me, Tucca, to present you with my books. I shall not do so; for you want to sell, not to read, them.

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.

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.