Through every generation of the human race there has been a constant war, a war with fear. Those who have the courage to conquer it are made free and those who are conquered by it are made to suffer until they have the courage to defeat it, or death takes them.

Shall I pass by and leave you lying there because of the expedition you led against Greece, or shall I set you up again because of your magnanimity and your virtues in other respects?

There are so many worlds and I have not yet conquered even one.

I am indebted to my father for living, but to my teacher for living well.

Let us conduct ourselves so that all men wish to be our friends and all fear to be our enemies.

As for a limit to one’s labors, I, for one, do not recognize any for a high-minded man, except that the labors themselves should lead to noble accomplishments.

I send you a kaffis of mustard seed, that you may taste and acknowledge the bitterness of my victory.