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.

Tomorrow's life is too late. Live today.

Hidden evils are most dreaded.

What quick wit is found in sudden straits!

You'll get no laurel crown for outrunning a burrow.

If you have any shame, forbear to pluck the beard of a dead lion.

Wish to be what you are, and wish for no other position.