Martial

I don't like you, Sabidius, I can't say why; But I can say this: I don't like you, Sabidius

You complain, friend Swift, of the length of my epigrams, but you yourself write nothing. Yours are shorter.

To be able to look back on one's past life with satisfaction is to live twice.

There is no glory in outstripping donkeys.

Some good, some so-so, and lots plain bad: that's how a book of poems is made, my Friend.

Conceal a flaw, and the world will imagine the worst