Gifts are like hooks.

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?

I would not miss your face, your neck, your hands, your limbs, your bosom and certain other of your charms. Indeed, not to become boring by naming them all, I could do without you, Chloe, altogether.

You may envy every one, but no one envies you.

He writes nothing whose writings are not read.

Life consists not merely in existing, but in enjoying health.

Live thy life as it were spoil and pluck the joys that fly.