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

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.

Epigrams need no crier, but are content with their own tongue.

I seem to you cruel and too much addicted to gluttony, when I beat my cook for sending up a bad dinner. If that appears to you too trifling a cause, say for what cause you would have a cook flogged.

See, how the liver is swollen larger than a fat goose! In amazement you will exclaim: Where could this possibly grow?

You are sad in the midst of every blessing. Take care that Fortune does not observe--or she will call you ungrateful.

While you remain at home your hair is at the hairdresser's; you take out your teeth at night and sleep tucked away in a hundred cosmetics boxes - even your face does not sleep with you.