You are sad in the midst of every blessing. Take care that Fortune does not observe--or she will call you ungrateful.
I do not hate the man, but his vices.
Fortune gives too much to many, enough to none.
If you want him to mourn, you had best leave him nothing.
If you are poor now, Aemilianus, you will always be poor. Riches are now given to none but the rich.
For wealth's now given to none but to the rich.