Good and bad may not be dissevered; There is, as there should be, a commingling.

Who knoweth if to die be but to live, and that called life by mortals be but death?

Since we are mortal, friendships are best kept to a moderate level, rather than sharing the very depths of our souls.

For the good, when praised, feel something of disgust, if to excess commended.

The wavering mind is but a base possession.

Where there is no wine there is no love.

Courage may be taught as a child us taught to speak.