“You should not fear, nor yet should you wish for your last day.”

A vagrant is everywhere at home.

He who weighs his burdens, can bear them.

Neither fear your death’s day nor long for it.

Remember, cobbler, to keep to your leather.

Every bird that upwards swings Bears the Cross upon its wings.

I do not like the man who squanders life for fame; give me the man who living makes a name.

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.

A cook should double one sense have: for he Should taster for himself and master be.

You praise, in three hundred verses, Sabellus, the baths of Ponticus, who gives such excellent dinners. You wish to dine, Sabellus, not to bathe.

If fame comes after death, I’m in no hurry for it.

Gifts are like hooks.

Make it a point not to be over-fascinating.

I seem to you cruel and too much addicted to gluttony, when I beat my cook for sending up a bad dinner. If that appears to you too trifling a cause, say for what cause you would have a cook flogged.

Nothing is more ill-timed than an ill-timed laugh.

A jar of wine so priceless did not deserve to die. and Never think of leaving perfume or wines to your heir. Administer these youself and let him have the money.

To have nothing is not poverty.

Each day is a drive through history.

I felt in need of a great pilgrimage, so I sat still for three days and God came to me.

Do not praise yourself not slander others: There are still many days to go and any thing could happen.

One day, it was suddenly revealed to me that everything is pure spirit.

So yesterday you fell off the wagon? Or maybe you blew your diet? Or lost your temper and shot off your mouth? Well, that was yesterday. Today is a brand-new day with a clean slate, so forget yesterday!

The weary Body, longing for repose, On the gained level of the day’s ascent, Halts for the night and pitches there its tent.

Each day my reason tells me so; But reason doesn’t rule in love, you know.

Can you therefore say that there are no stars in the heavens during the day? Because you cannot find God in the days of your ignorance, say not that there is no God.