A good man doubles the length of his existence; to have lived so as to look back with pleasure on our past existence is to live twice.
Fortune gives many too much, but none enough.
When your crowd of attendants so loudly applaud you, Pomponius, it is not you, but your banquet, that is eloquent.
You should not fear, nor yet should you wish for your last day.
What quick wit is found in sudden straits!
Every epigram should resemble a bee; it should have sting, honey, and brevity.