Life is not merely to be alive, but to be well.
Tomorrow's life is too late. Live today.
There is no living with thee, nor without thee.
The African lions rush to attack bulls; they do not attack butterflies.
[Lat., In tauros Libyci ruunt leones;
Non sunt papilionibus molesti.]
Conceal a flaw, and the world will imagine the worst.
There is nothing more contemptible than a bald man who pretends to have hair.
You're obstinate, pliant, merry, morose, all at once. For me there's no living with you, or without you.
I have granted you much that you asked: and yet you never cease to ask of me. He who refuses nothing, Atticilla, will soon have nothing to refuse.
While an ant was wandering under the shade of the tree of Phaeton, a drop of amber enveloped the tiny insect; thus she, who in life was disregarded, became precious by death.
Why do strong arms fatigue themselves with frivolous dumbbells? To dig a vineyard is worthier exercise for men.
It is feeling and force of imagination that make us eloquent.
Virtue extends our days: he lives two lives who relives his past with pleasure.
Life is not living, but living in health.
There is nothing more revolting than an old busybody.
All your female friends are either old or ugly; nay, more ugly than old women usually are. These you lead about in your train, and drag with you to feasts, porticos and theaters. Thus, Fabulla, you seem handsome, thus you seem young.
Do you ask what sort of a maid I desire or dislike, Flaccus? I dislike one too easy and one too coy. The just mean, which lies between the two extremes, is what I approve; I like neither that which tortures nor that which cloys.
If I remember right, Aelia, you had four teeth; a cough displaced two, another two more. You can now cough without anxiety all the day long. A third cough can find nothing to do in your mouth.
They let out on hire their passions and eloquence. [Referring to lawyers.]
No amount of misfortune will satisfy the man who is not satisfied
with reading a hundred epigrams.
Glory comes too late when we are nought but ashes.
Hidden evils are most dreaded.
If fame comes after death, I'm in no hurry for it.
[Lat., Si post fata venit gloria non propero.]
If you want him to mourn, you had best leave him nothing.
To the ashes of the dead glory comes too late.
This I ask, is it not madness to kill thyself in order to escape death?
[Lat., Hic rogo non furor est ne moriare mori?]
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