Love is the attempt to form a friendship inspired by beauty.

It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief, as though sorrow would be made less by baldness.

What gift has providence bestowed on man that is so dear to him as his children?

I am much beholden to old age, which has increased my eagerness for conversation in proportion as it has lessened my appetites of hunger and thirst.

To some extent I liken slavery to death.

Sweet is the memory of past troubles.

Men resemble the gods in nothing so much as in doing good to their fellow creatures.