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

Glory comes too late when we are nought but ashes.

You crystal break, for fear of breaking it: Careless and careful hands like faults commit.

Why do strong arms fatigue themselves with frivolous dumbbells? To dig a vineyard is worthier exercise for men.

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.

Short is the life of those who possess great accomplishments, and seldom do they reach a good old age. Whatever thou lovest, pray that thou mayest not set too high a value on it.

Hidden evils are most dreaded.