The shameless Chloe placed on the tombs of her seven husbands the inscription, "The work of Chloe." How could she have expressed herself more plainly?

Life's not just about being alive, but being well.

Man loves malice, but not against one-eyed men nor the unfortunate, but against the fortunate and proud.

I do not love thee, Sabidius, nor can I say why; I can only say this, "I do not love thee."

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.

Fortune gives too much to many, enough to none.

It is not, believe me, the act of a wise man to say, "I will live." To-morrow's life is too late; live to-day.