You importune me, Tucca, to present you with my books. I shall not do so; for you want to sell, not to read, them.

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.

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

You admire, Vacerra, only the poets of old and praise only those who are dead. Pardon me, I beseech you, Vacerra, if I think death too high a price to pay for your praise.

The face that cannot smile is never fair.

Gifts are like hooks.

For life is only life when blessed with health.