We are motivated by a keen desire for praise, and the better a man is the more he is inspired by glory. The very philosophers themselves, even in those books which they write in contempt of glory, inscribe their names.
How much in love with himself, and that too without a rival!
The whole of virtue consists in its practice.
What is permissible is not always honorable.
No man in his senses will dance.
A dissolute and intemperate youth hands down the body to old age in a worn-out state.