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

You complain, friend Swift, of the length of my epigrams, but you yourself write nothing. Yours are shorter.

It is to live twice when we can enjoy the recollections of our former life.

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

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

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.

You praise, in three hundred verses, Sabellus, the baths of Ponticus, who gives such excellent dinners. You wish to dine, Sabellus, not to bathe.