If Socrates died like a philosopher, Jesus Christ died like a God.

Fame is but the breath of people, and that often unwholesome.

The abuse of books kills science. Believing that we know what we have read, we believe that we can dispense with learning it.

One thinks himself the master of others, and still remains a greater slave than they.

Watch a cat when it enters a room for the first time. It searches and smells about, it is not quiet for a moment, it trusts nothing until it has examined and made acquaintance with everything.

Socrates dies with honor, surrounded by his disciples listening to the most tender words -the easiest death that one could wish to die. Jesus dies in pain, dishonor, mockery, the object of universal cursing - the most horrible death that one could fear. At the receipt of the cup of poison, Socrates blesses him who could not give it to him without tears; Jesus, while suffering the sharpest pains, prays for His most bitter enemies. If Socrates lived and died like a philosopher, Jesus lived and died like a god.

Christ preaches only servitude and dependence... True Christians are made to be slaves.