“Your seventh wife, Phileros, is now being buried in your field. No man’s field brings him greater profit than yours, Phileros.”

It is as good as second life to be able to look back upon our past life with pleasure.

Some things are good, some middling, more bad.

It is not, believe me, the act of a wise man to say, “I will live.” To-morrow’s life is too late; live to-day.

To the ashes of the dead glory comes too late.

Glory comes too late when we are nought but ashes.

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

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?

Conceal a flaw, and the world will imagine the worst.

There is no living with thee, nor without thee.

The present joys of life we doubly taste, By looking back with pleasure to the past.

Wine and women bring misery.

He who prefers to give Linus the half of what he wishes to borrow, rather than to lend him the whole, prefers to lose only the half.

Be not too thick with anybody; your joys will be fewer, and so will pains.

Fortune gives many too much, but none enough.

There is nothing more revolting than an old busybody.

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

How often we see the greatest genius buried in obscurity!

Nothing could part us in life, but now in death we are likely to change places, you the Roman lying here in Egyptian soil, and I, helpless woman that I am, being buried in Italy.

Success is buried on the other side of frustration; unfortunately some people don’t do what it takes to get to the other side.

Precious gems are profoundly buried in the earth and can only be extracted at the expense of great labor.

Abu Dharr once described the people of the world, says, They breed what will they ultimately bury, they build what will eventually be destroy.

I was of the opinion that the past is past, and like all that is not now it should remain buried along the side of our memories.

There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.

Why are you leaving me? He wrote, I do not know how to live. I do not know either but I am trying. I do not know how to try. There were some things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So i buried them and let them hurt me