“Virtue extends our days: he lives two lives who relives his past with pleasure.”

A novice always behaves with propriety.

If you want him to mourn, you had best leave him nothing.

I do not hate the man, but his vices.

There is no glory in outstripping donkeys.

When your crowd of attendants so loudly applaud you, Pomponius, it is not you, but your banquet, that is eloquent.

He who thinks that the lives of Priam and of Nestor were long is much deceived and mistaken. Life consists not in living, but in enjoying health.

That which prevents disagreeable flies from feeding on your repast, was once the proud tail of a splendid bird.

You admire, Vacerra, only the poets of old and praise only those who are dead. Pardon me, I beseech you, Vacerra, if I think death too high a price to pay for your praise.

See, how the liver is swollen larger than a fat goose! In amazement you will exclaim: Where could this possibly grow?

Live thy life as it were spoil and pluck the joys that fly.

He who writes distichs, wishes, I suppose, to please by brevity. But, tell me, of what avail is their brevity, when there is a whose book full of them?

You puff the poets of other days, The living you deplore. Spare me the accolade: your praise Is not worth dying for.

Be satisfied, and pleased with what thou art, Act cheerfully and well thou allotted part; Enjoy the present hour, be thankful for the past, And neither fear, nor wish, the approaches of the last.

It is easy in adversity to despise death; he has real fortitude who dares to live and be wretched.

From no place can you exclude the fates.

Such are thou and I: but what I am thou canst not be; what thou art any one of the multitude may be.

I think fashion is like putting on armor. I like that aspect of it, but it’s not something I want to think about every day.

Meditation is not a way of making your mind quiet. It is a way of entering into the quiet that is already there – buried under the 50,000 thoughts the average person thinks every day.

I awaken today, appreciating everything in sight, and I give thanks.

What’s needed today, now, more than ever, is ‘Star Peace’ for there is an ominous, mutual threat to all science fiction. It’s called ‘Twilight’. And it is really, really bad.

I hope you know that even on days you don’t feel whole – you are enough.

At the end of the day, let there be no excuses, no explanations, no regrets.

Forget yourself by becoming interested in others. Do every day a good deed that will put a smile of joy on someone’s face.

Spend at least an hour today giving your fullest gift, whatever that is for today, so that when you go to sleep at night you know you couldn’t have lived your day with more courage, creativity, and giving.