So near is falsehood to truth that a wise man would do well not to trust himself on the narrow edge.
Judge not by the number, but by the weight.
Friends, though absent, are still present.
The mind becomes accustomed to things by the habitual sight of them, and neither wonders nor inquires about the reasons for things it sees all the time.
We are born poets. we become orators.
The soul in sleep gives proof of its divine nature.