Born: March 1, 40
I have not hated the man, but his faults.
There is no living with thee, nor without thee.
I would not miss your face, your neck, your hands, your limbs, your bosom and certain other of your charms. Indeed, not to become boring by naming them all, I could do without you, Chloe, altogether.
It is feeling and force of imagination that make us eloquent.
Non est, crede mihi, sapientis dicere 'Vivam':
Sera nimis vita est crastina: vive hodie.
Believe me, wise men don't say 'I shall live to do that', tomorrow's life is too late; live today.
Rarity gives a charm; so early fruits and winter roses are the most prized; and coyness sets off an extravagant mistress, while the door always open tempts no suitor.
Life is not living, but living in health.
For life is only life when blessed with health.
Service cannot be expected from a friend in service; let him be a freeman who wishes to be my master.
Life is not merely to be alive, but to be well.
I know all that better than my own name.
Tomorrow's life is too late. Live today.
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-morrow I will live, the fool does say;
To-day itself's too late, the wise lived yesterday.
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.
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.
I do not love thee, Sabidius, nor can I say why; I can only say this, "I do not love thee."
Why do strong arms fatigue themselves with frivolous dumbbells? To dig a vineyard is worthier exercise for men.
Believing hear, what you deserve to hear:
Your birthday as my own to me is dear...
But yours gives most; for mine did only lend
Me to the world; yours gave to me a friend.
There is no glory in outstripping donkeys.
He writes nothing whose writings are not read.
Fortune gives too much to many, enough to none.
If your slave commits a fault, do not smash his teeth with your fists; give him some of the (hard) biscuit which famous Rhodes has sent you.
The world is blessed most by men who do things, and not by those who merely talk about them. -James Oliver 'Tomorrow I will live,' the fool does say; tomorrow itself is late; the wise live yesterday.
If fame is to come only after death, I am in no hurry for it.
Conceal a flaw, and the world will imagine the worst.
No man is quick enough to enjoy life.
The flaw which is hidden is deemed greater than it is.
You give me nothing during your life, but you promise to provide for me at your death. If you are not a fool, you know what I wish for!
Neither fear your death's day nor long for it.
If you want him to mourn, you had best leave him nothing.
To be able to enjoy one's past life is to live twice.
To the ashes of the dead glory comes too late.
While you remain at home your hair is at the hairdresser's; you take out your teeth at night and sleep tucked away in a hundred cosmetics boxes - even your face does not sleep with you.
You are so pure in mind and heart,
In aspect, too, so mild,
I wonder that you ever could
Implant your wife with child.
Life's not just about being alive, but being well.
Some good, some so-so, and lots plain bad: that's how a book of poems is made, my Friend.
You complain, friend Swift, of the length of my epigrams, but you yourself write nothing. Yours are shorter.
There is no glory in otustripping donkeys.
Virtue extends our days: he lives two lives who relives his past with pleasure.
You puff the poets of other days, The living you deplore. Spare me the accolade: your praise Is not worth dying for.
A man who lives everywhere lives nowhere.
You're obstinate, pliant, merry, morose, all at once. For me there's no living with you, or without you.
My poems are naughty, but my life is pure.
Wine and women bring misery.
Your page stands against you and says to you that you are a thief.
“Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened.”
― Dr. Seuss