While you cannot resolve what you are, at last you may be nothing.

Of no day can the retrospect cause pain to a good man.

All your female friends are either old or ugly; nay, more ugly than old women usually are. These you lead about in your train, and drag with you to feasts, porticos and theaters. Thus, Fabulla, you seem handsome, thus you seem young.

Man loves malice, but not against one-eyed men nor the unfortunate, but against the fortunate and proud.

Make it a point not to be over-fascinating.

Why do I not kiss you, Philaenis? you are bald. Why do I not kiss you, Philaenis? you are carrotty. Why do I not kiss you, Philaenis? you are one-eyed. He who kisses you, Philaenis, sins against nature.

To the ashes of the dead glory comes too late.