The great thieves lead away the little thief.
There is a false love that will make you something you are not.
I do not know whether there are gods, but there ought to be.
As a matter of self-preservation, a man needs good friends or ardent enemies, for the former instruct him and the latter take him to task.
The mob is the mother of tyrants.
To arrive at perfection, a man should have very sincere friends or inveterate enemies; because he would be made sensible of his good or ill conduct, either by the censures of the one or the admonitions of the other.