The soul that companies with virtue is like an ever-flowing source. It is a pure, clear, and wholesome draught, sweet, rich and generous of its store, that injures not, neither destroys.
EpictetusCrows pick out the eyes of the dead, when the dead have no longer need of them; but flatterers mar the soul of the living, and her eyes they blind.
EpictetusWhen you are offended at any man's fault, turn to yourself and study your own failings. Then you will forget your anger.
Epictetus