Fortune gives too much to many, enough to none.

It is folly to waste labour about trifles.

I do not hate the man, but his vices.

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

See, how the liver is swollen larger than a fat goose! In amazement you will exclaim: Where could this possibly grow?

If I remember right, Aelia, you had four teeth; a cough displaced two, another two more. You can now cough without anxiety all the day long. A third cough can find nothing to do in your mouth.

Gifts are like hooks.