Conceal a flaw, and the world will imagine the worst.
Nothing is more ill-timed than an ill-timed laugh.
Tis easy to write epigrams nicely, but to write a book is hard.
You praise, in three hundred verses, Sabellus, the baths of Ponticus, who gives such excellent dinners. You wish to dine, Sabellus, not to bathe.
It is not he who forms idols in gold or marble that makes them gods, but he who kneels before them.
Such are thou and I: but what I am thou canst not be; what thou art any one of the multitude may be.