If pale beans bubble for you in a red earthenware pot, you can often decline the dinners of sumptuous hosts.

Life is not merely to be alive, but to be well.

Gifts are like fish-hooks; for who is not aware that the greedy char is deceived by the fly which he swallows?

You'll get no laurel crown for outrunning a burrow.

Givers of great dinners know few enemies.

The swan murmurs sweet strains with a flattering tongue, itself the singer of its own dirge.

Of no day can the retrospect cause pain to a good man.