“To the ashes of the dead glory comes too late.”

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.

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.

A good man doubles the length of his existence; to have lived so as to look back with pleasure on our past existence is to live twice.

The face that cannot smile is never fair.