When their adventures do not succeed, however, they run away; but it was the mark of a brave man to face things that are, and seem, terrible for a man, because it is noble to do so and disgraceful not to do so.

Happiness is a sort of action.

Memory is the scribe of the soul.

...one Greek city state had a fundamental law: anyone proposing revisions to the constitution did so with a noose around his neck. If his proposal lost he was instantly hanged.

Therefore, even the lover of myth is a philosopher; for myth is composed of wonder.

The souls ability to nourish itself lies in the heart.

We laugh at that which we cannot bear to face.