The question was put to him, what hope is; and his answer was, "The dream of a waking man."

I am Diogenes the Dog. I nuzzle the kind, bark at the greedy and bite scoundrels.

Why not whip the teacher when the pupil misbehaves?

If you are to be kept right, you must possess either good friends or red-hot enemies. The one will warn you, the other will expose you.

The mob is the mother of tyrants.

People who talk well but do nothing are like musical intruments; the sound is all they have to offer.

You will become a teacher of yourself when for the same things that you blame others, you also blame yourself.