Every epigram should resemble a bee; it should have sting, honey, and brevity.

All your female friends are either old or ugly; nay, more ugly than old women usually are. These you lead about in your train, and drag with you to feasts, porticos and theaters. Thus, Fabulla, you seem handsome, thus you seem young.

Fortune gives too much to many, enough to none.

Nothing is more ill-timed than an ill-timed laugh.

Neither fear your death's day nor long for it.

Gifts are like fish-hooks; for who is not aware that the greedy char is deceived by the fly which he swallows?

Your seventh wife, Phileros, is now being buried in your field. No man's field brings him greater profit than yours, Phileros.