I have not hated the man, but his faults.
If your slave commits a fault, do not smash his teeth with your fists; give him some of the (hard) biscuit which famous Rhodes has sent you.
Gifts are like hooks.
Your seventh wife, Phileros, is now being buried in your field. No man's field brings him greater profit than yours, Phileros.
You crystal break, for fear of breaking it: Careless and careful hands like faults commit.
Tomorrow's life is too late. Live today.