Those whose days are consumed in the low pursuits of avarice, or the gaudy frivolties of fashion, unobservant of nature's lovelinessof demarcation, nor on which side thereof an intermediate form should lie.

In everything, it is no easy task to find the middle.

Our feelings towards our friends reflect our feelings towards ourselves.

People become house builders through building houses, harp players through playing the harp. We grow to be just by doing things which are just.

The man who confers a favour would rather not be repaid in the same coin.

And this lies in the nature of things: What people are potentially is revealed in actuality by what they produce.

Anger is always concerned with individuals, ... whereas hatred is directed also against classes: we all hate any thief and any informer. Moreover, anger can be cured by time; but hatred cannot. The one aims at giving pain to its object, the other at doing him harm; the angry man wants his victim to feel; the hater does not mind whether they feel or not.