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.

Our days pass by, and are scored against us.

It is not he who forms idols in gold or marble that makes them gods, but he who kneels before them.

Life is not merely to be alive, but to be well.

While an ant was wandering under the shade of the tree of Phaeton, a drop of amber enveloped the tiny insect; thus she, who in life was disregarded, became precious by death.

Life consists not merely in existing, but in enjoying health.

A fisherman's walk: three steps and overboard.